On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry Announces that the Lord is nigh: Come, then, and hearken; for he brings Glad tidings from the King of Kings. E'en now the air, the sea, the land, Feel that their Maker is at hand; The very elements rejoice, And welcome Him with cheerful voice. 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 our souls must fade, And wither like a flower decayed. Stretch forth Thy 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. To Him, who left the throne of heaven To save mankind, all praise be given! Like praise be to the Father done, And Holy Spirit -- Three in One! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE |