On the Banks Where Jordan Rolled

On the banks where Jor­dan rolled

Preaching pe­ni­tence and fear

Stood the pro­phet

long fore­told

Crying

Haste

the Lord is near!

Let the min­is­ters of grace

So pre­pare

O Lord

Thy way

That with joy we meet Thy face

On the aw­ful judg­ment day.

In the night their cry is heard

Lo! the Bride­groom soon shall come!

Let the bride at that glad word

Hasten to her heart’s true home.

Year by year that Ad­vent cry

Rings up­on the star­tled air;

Hasten

for the Lord is nigh;

Let your lamps be trimmed with care.

Let each ea­ger

list­en­ing ear

Catch with joy that wel­come sound:

Hasten

for the Lord is near;

Enter

where true joys are found.

Grant us

Lord

the per­fect peace

Of a mind well stayed on Thee;

Rest

where earth­ly la­bors cease;

Light

where dark­ness can­not be!