Tuned with love divine, we sing,

Tuned with love divine, we sing,
Glory to our God and King;
Matchless in his grace and power;
We behold, and we adore.

Once in floods of wrath, the Lamb
Sank, and called it baptism;
Overwhelmed was he indeed,
That his chosen might be freed.

But he conquered when he fell,
And destroyed the powers of hell;
He in holy triumph broke
Sin and death's tremendous yoke.

One with Christ, our living Head,
We were each considered dead;
With him, too, we rose again,
And with him must ever reign.

Now with pleasure we attend
To his wise and just command,
And by faith therein we view
What the Lord for us went through.