Meekly in Jordan’s holy stream
The great Redeemer bowed;
Bright was the glory’s sacred beam
That hushed the wondering crowd.

Thus God descended to approve
The deed that Christ had done;
Thus came the emblematic Dove,
And hovered o’er the Son.

So, blessed Spirit, come to-day
To our baptismal scene:
Let thoughts of earth be far away,
And every mind serene.

This day we give to holy joy;
This day to heaven belongs:
Raised to new life, we will employ
In melody our tongues.