“Repent, Repent,” the Baptist Cries

Repent

re­pent

the Bap­tist cries

For near at hand is He

Who with the Spir­it will bap­tize:

Th’in­car­nate De­ity!

I am the voice

He th’eter­nal Word;

I but a serv­ant

He th’al­migh­ty Lord.

As Thou Thy mes­sen­ger didst send

O Lord

be­fore Thy face

So send’st Thou ev­er

till the end

Thy min­is­ters of grace;

Thou com­est in them; all they have is Thine;

They are but chan­nels

Thou the source di­vine.

O bless­èd Sav­ior

may we learn

Thee in Thy church to see

Thee in Thy min­is­ters dis­cern

And in them hon­or Thee;

Thou at the font and al­tar

Lord

dost stand

Tending

un­seen

Thy peo­ple with Thy hand.

O may Thy pas­tors faith­ful be

And feed with whole­some food

Thy own dear flock

re­deemed by Thee

With Thy most pre­cious blood.

So at Thy se­cond com­ing we and they

May in Thy heav’n­ly fold be safe al­way.