The Jordan prophet cries to-day,

   “Behold the Lamb of God;”

The Spirit’s consecrating ray

   Still lingering o’er the flood.

Before the symbol wave we bend,

   And shed contrition’s tear,

And own again our buried friend,

   And learn his sorrows here.

Saviour, within this shadowy tomb,

   Let us thy glory see,                                            

Which pierced the deep unearthly gloom

   Of that which closed on thee.

Pure as thine own baptismal sign,

   So let our faith arise,

To live that hidden life of thine –

   That life which never dies.

 Text:  Timothy Whelan, ed., Nonconformist Women Writers, 1720-1840, 8 vols. (London: Pickering & Chatto, 2011),  vol. 5, p. 118; John Rippon, A New Selection of Hymns (1828), no. 412.