Lamb of God, to Thee we raise
Hymns of ho­ly love and praise
For the saint and pro­phet born
To be her­ald of the morn.

Like the morn­ing star he rose,
Thine ap­pear­ing to dis­close;
Like an en­sign lift­ed high,
He declared Thy king­dom nigh.

Filled with grace and sanc­ti­ty
From his blest na­ti­vi­ty,
He, the new Eli­as, came
Bearing zeal’s most sac­red flame.

Kinsman of the King di­vine,
Greatest of the pro­phet’s line,
Blest fore­run­ner of the Lord,
Who his prais­es can re­cord?

Mighty preach­er, by whose word
Souls to pe­ni­tence were stirred
Those who long in sin had strayed
Then the call di­vine ob­eyed.

Make us, Lord, like him to be
Fearless wit­ness­es for Thee;
Faithful un­to death be found,
And at last by Thee be crowned.