My Baptismal Self

May my Baptismal self arise
From water of my birth anew
As self in Adam slowly dies.

To You with heartfelt plea I cry:
In me Your virtues please imbue;
May my Baptismal self arise.

In water you to me draw nigh
To rain in me Your heaven’s dew
As self in Adam slowly dies–

Begin to see with newborn eyes
The world that’s bathed in heaven’s hue;
May my Baptismal self arise—

Awash in glory from on high,
Discern we what You teach is true
As self in Adam slowly dies.

Now washed away is our disguise–
Our image of Him all can view.
May my Baptismal self arise
As self in Adam slowly dies.