When from the Jordan’s gleaming wave Came forth the Sinless One, A voice athwart the heavens flashed, “Lo! my beloved son!” | The Baptist, gazing on his face, With the soul’s radiance bright, Beheld upon his sacred head A snow-white dove alight. | Now with baptismal waters touched, Thy children, Father, see! While heart and soul, and mind and strength, They consecrate to Thee. | Send down on them Thy holy dove, Thy spirit undefiled; Be each in purity and faith Thy well-beloved child! | O help them in the wilderness To conquer doubt and sin; To see above them still Thy Peace, And hear Thy voice within! | |