On Jordan’s Banks The Baptist’s Cry
Announces That The Lord Is Nigh;
Come Near And Hearken, For He Brings
Glad Tidings From The King Of Kings.

Be Purified Each Christian Breast,
And Furnished For So Great A Guest;
Yea, Let Us All 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 A Balm To Pour.
And Make Us Rise To Fall No More;
Upon Thy Pardoned People Shine,
And Fill The World With Grace Divine.