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!