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Dear Saviour, we thy will obey;
Not of constraint, but with delight,
Thy servants hither come today,
To honor thine appointed rite.
O sacred rite! by thee to own
The name of Jesus we begin;
This is our consecration pledge,
And symbol of our hope in him.
We count ourselves as dead to sin
And thus we're buried with our Lord;
We plunge into the cleansing flood,
And rising, live henceforth to God.
No more let sin and self-will reign
Over our bodies, reckoned dead;
But overcoming day by day,
We'll grow into our living Head.