Scripture Verse

Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. Acts 2:38


Words: Mar­tin Lu­ther, 1541 (Christ un­ser Herr zum Jor­dan kam). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Ri­chard Mas­sie, Mar­tin Lu­ther’s Spi­ri­tu­al Songs, 1854, page 69, alt.

Music: Christ un­ser Herr, in Geyst­liche Ge­sangk Buch­leyn, by Jo­hann Wal­ther (Wit­ten­berg, Ger­ma­ny: 1524) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Mas­sie (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Martin Luther (1483–1546)


The Baptism of Christ
Carl H. Bloch (1834–1890)

To Jor­dan came our Lord the Christ,
To do God’s plea­sure will­ing,
And there was by Saint John bap­tized,
All right­eous­ness ful­filling;
There did He con­se­crate a bath
To wash away trans­gress­ion,
And quench the bit­ter­ness of death
By His own blood and pas­sion;
He would a new life give us.

So hear ye all, and well per­ceive
What God doth call bap­tism,
And what a Chris­tian should be­lieve
Who er­ror shuns and schism:
That we should wa­ter use, the Lord
Declareth it His plea­sure;
Not simple wa­ter, but the Word
And Spi­rit with­out mea­sure;
He is the true Bap­tiz­er.

To show us this, He hath His Word
With signs and sym­bols given;
On Jor­dan’s banks was plain­ly heard
The Fa­ther’s voice from Hea­ven:
This is My well-be­lov­èd Son,
In whom My soul de­light­eth;
Hear Him.
Yea, hear Him ev­ery one
Whom He Him­self in­vit­eth,
Hear and ob­ey His teach­ing.

In ten­der man­hood Je­sus straight
To ho­ly Jor­dan wend­eth;
The Ho­ly Ghost from Hea­ven’s gate
In dove­like shape des­cend­eth;
That thus the truth be not de­nied,
Nor should our faith e’er wa­ver,
That the Three Per­sons all pre­side,
At bap­tism’s ho­ly lav­er,
And dwell with the be­liev­er.

Thus Je­sus His dis­ci­ples sent:
Go teach ye ev­ery na­tion,
That lost in sin they must re­pent;
And flee from con­dem­na­tion:
He that be­lieves and is bap­tized,
Obtains a migh­ty bless­ing;
A new-born man, no more he dies,
Eternal life pos­sess­ing,
A joy­ful heir of Hea­ven.

Who in this mer­cy hath not faith,
Nor aught there­in dis­cern­eth,
Is yet in sin, con­demned to death,
And fire that ev­er burn­eth;
His ho­li­ness avails him not,
Nor aught which he is do­ing;
His in­born sin brings all to naught,
And mak­eth sure his ru­in;
Himself he can­not suc­cor.

The eye of sense alone is dim,
And no­thing sees but wa­ter;
Faith sees Christ Je­sus, and in Him
The Lamb or­dained for slaugh­ter;
She sees the cleans­ing foun­tain red
With the dear blood of Je­sus,
Which from the sins in­her­it­ed
From fall­en Ad­am frees us,
And from our own mis­do­ings.