On Jordan’s Bank the Baptist’s Cry

On Jor­dan’s bank the Bap­tist’s cry

Announces that the Lord is nigh;

Come

then

and heark­en

for He brings

Glad tid­ings from the King of kings.

E’en now the air

the sea

the land

Feel that their mak­er is at hand;

The very ele­ments re­joice;

And wel­come Him with cheer­ful voice.

Then cleansed be ev­ery Christ­ian breast

And fur­nished for great a guest!;

Yea

let us each our hearts pre­pare

For Christ to come and en­ter there

For Thou art our sal­va­tion

Lord—

Our re­fuge

and our great re­ward;

Without Thy grace

our souls must fade

And wi­ther like a flow­er de­cayed.

Stretch forth Thine hand

to heal our sore

And make us rise and fall no more;

Once more up­on Thy people shine

And fill the world with love di­vine.

To Him

who left the throne of Heav­en

To save man­kind

all praise be given!

Like praise be to the Fa­ther done

And Ho­ly Spir­it—Three in One!