1.ON Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry
Announces that the Lord is nigh;
Come then and hearken, for He brings
Glad tidings of the King of kings.

2.Then cleansed be every Christian breast,
And furnished for so great a guest!
Yea, let us each our hearts prepare
For Christ to come and enter there.

3.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.

4.Stretch forth Thine hand to heal our sore,
And make us rise, to fall no more;
Once more upon Thy people shine,
And fill the world with love divine.

5.All praise, eternal Son, to Thee
Whose advent sets Thy people free,
Whom, with the Father, we adore,
And Spirit blest, for evermore. Amen.