Descend, celestial Dove,
And make Thy presence known;
Reveal our Savior’s love,
And seal us for Thine own;
Unblessed by Thee, our works are vain,
Nor can we e’er acceptance gain.
When our incarnate God,
The sovereign Prince of Light,
In Jordan’s swelling flood,
Received the holy rite,
In open view Thy form came down,
And dove-like flew, the King to crown.
The day was never known,
Since time began its race,
On which such glory shone,
On which was shown such grace,
As that which shed, in Jordan’s stream,
On Jesus’ head, the heavenly beam.
Continue still to shine,
And fill us with Thy fire:
This ordinance is Thine,
Do Thou our souls inspire!
Thou wilt attend on all Thy sons:
Till time shall end, Thy promise runs.