And shall we then go on to sin,
that grace may more abound?
Great God, forbid that such a thought
should in our breast be found!
When to the sacred font we came,
did not the rite proclaim,
That, washed from sin, and all its stains,
new creatures we became?
With Christ the Lord we died to sin;
with him to life we rise,
To life, which now begun on earth,
is perfect in the skies.
Too long enthralled to Satan's sway,
we now are slaves no more;
For Christ hath vanquished death and sin,
our freedom to restore.