“I come,” The great Redeemer cries
“To do Thy will, O Lord!”
At Jordan’s flood, behold! He seals
The sure prophetic word.
“Thus it becomes Us to fulfill
All righteousness,” He said;
He spake obedient, and beneath
The yielding wave was laid.
Hark! a glad voice – the Father speaks;
From heaven’s exalted height;
“This is my Son, my well-belov’d,
In whom I do delight.”
Jesus! the Saviour, well belov’d!
His Name we will profess,
Like Him, desirous to fulfill
Each law of righteousness.
No more we’ll count ourselves our own,
But his in bonds of love;
O! may such bonds for ever draw
Our souls to things above.
Words: The Christian Hymnbook, 1865.
Tune: “This Endris Nyght” Medieval English Carol, 15th C.