Children of the King of grace,
From earth to heav'n ye go,
In the Redeemer's footsteps trace,
Show him in all ye do.

Since your Lord in Jordan once
Was baptiz'd to lead the way,
Every human rite renounce,
And his voice with joy obey.

His sweet presence you will find
Shining on you as ye go;
Cast your fears and cares behind;
Trust him, he will bring you through.

You are buried with the Lord,
In the Lord you rise again;
Now you live upon his word,
Who, to ransom you, was slain.

Hear the voice which speaks from heav'n,
‘If ye love me, keep my ways.’
You that feel your sins forgiv'n,
Can you slight the God of grace?

Mighty Saviour, we obey
Thine august commanding voice;
Thou hast taught our feet the way,
In thy sanction we rejoice.

On thy promise we rely,
Hear us from thy lofty throne,
Shine upon us from on high,
Bless and seal us as thy own.