O Thou Who in
Jordan didst
bow Thy meek
head,
And, �whelmed
in our sorrow,
didst sink to
the dead,
Then rose from
the darkness to
glory above,
And claimed for
Thy chosen the
kingdom of
love.
Thy
footsteps we
follow, to bow
in the tide,
And are buried
with Thee in
the death Thou
hast died;
Then wake in
Thy likeness to
walk in the way
That brightens
and brightens
to shadowless
day.
O Jesus, our
Savior, O
Jesus, our
Lord,
By the life of
Thy passion,
the grace of
Thy Word,
Accept us,
redeem us,
dwell ever
within,
To keep, by Thy
Spirit, our
spirits from
sin.
Till,
crowned with
Thy glory, and
waving the
palm,
Our garments
all white from
the blood of
the Lamb,
We join the
bright millions
of saints gone
before,
To bless Thee,
and wonder, and
praise
evermore.
