Come, Keep This Feast, Who Holy Things Revere

I
Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere,
And with pure minds, your Lord adore with fear.

II
Lo, to the Jordan on this sacred day,
The Bridegroom from His chamber took His way.

III
Jordan affrighted, on its course was stayed;
The Baptist heard His voice and was dismayed.

IV
“How can I hold that sacred Head of Thine,
O Word of God, Immortal, and Divine?”

V
Then, from the Father, in the heaven above,
The Holy Ghost descended as a Dove.

VI
While on the Christ the dove-like form abode,
And Jordan’s parted waters o’er Him flowed.

VII
“This is my Son,” the Father spake from heaven,
“Who, for the lost of Adam’s race was given.”

VIII
Illumine us, we sing, O Christ the Lord,
Glory to Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word!

Hymns from the Morningland, 1911