On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry

Announces that the Lord is nigh;

Awake and hearken, for he brings

Glad tidings of the King of kings.

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.

For thou art our salvation, Lord,

Our refuge and our great reward;

Without thy grace we waste away,

Like flowers that wither and decay.

To heal the sick stretch out thine hand,

And bid the fallen sinner stand;

Once more upon thy people shine,

And fill the world with love divine.

All praise, eternal Son, to thee,

Whose Advent set thy people free;

Whom with the Father we adore,

And Holy Ghost for evermore.

Amen.