The Son of Man from Jordan rose,
And prayed to God above;
When lo, the opening heav�ns disclose
A swift descending Dove.

The Spirit, lighting on His brow,
Anoints the Holy One;
The Father�s voice declaring, �Thou
Art My belov�d Son.�

So when, through His baptizing blessed
The Font new birth conveys,
Man kneels a son of God confessed,
Heav�n opens as he prays.

Fair innocency, like the dove�s,
Invests him, purged from sin;
For God the brooding Spirit moves,
Directs and rules within.

O Christ, Whose mercy cleansed our stain
With streams of grace divine,
Let us not soil the robes again
Made white in blood of Thine.

Redeemer of a world undone,
We praise Thee and adore,
Jesu, with God the Father One,
And Spirit evermore.