O Thou who in Jor­dan didst bow Thy meek head,
And, ’whelmed in our sor­row, didst sink to the dead,
Then rose from the dark­ness to glo­ry above,
And claimed for Thy chos­en the king­dom of love.

Thy foot­steps we fol­low, to bow in the tide,
And are bur­ied with Thee
In the death Thou hast died;
Then wake in Thy like­ness to walk in the way
That bright­ens and bright­ens to sha­dow­less day.

O Je­sus, our Sav­ior, O Je­sus, our Lord,
By the life of Thy pass­ion, the grace of Thy Word,
Accept us, redeem us, dwell ev­er with­in,
To keep, by Thy Spir­it, our spir­its from sin.

Till, crowned with Thy glo­ry, and wav­ing the palm,
Our gar­ments all white from the blood of the Lamb,
We join the bright mill­ions of saints gone be­fore,
To bless Thee, and won­der, and praise ev­er­more.