The Son of Man from Jordan rose, And prayed to God above; When lo, the opening heav'ns disclose A swift descending Dove. The Spirit, lighting on His brow, Anoints the Holy One; The Father's voice declaring, ?Thou Art My belov?d Son.? So when, through His baptizing blessed The Font new birth conveys, Man kneels a son of God confessed, Heav'n opens as he prays. Fair innocency, like the dove's, Invests him, purged from sin; For God the brooding Spirit moves, Directs and rules within. O Christ, Whose mercy cleansed our stain With streams of grace divine, Let us not soil the robes again Made white in blood of Thine. Redeemer of a world undone, We praise Thee and adore, Jesu, with God the Father One, And Spirit evermore.