Now Jesus Lifts His Prayer On High
Evensong For the Epiphany
Words: Nicolas le Tourneaux, Emergit undis et Deo, in the Cluniac Breviary, 1686, and the Paris Breviary (1736)
Now Jesus lifts his prayer on high,
Emerging from the stream:
And, lo ! descending from the sky,
The Spirit's radiant beam.
Swift moving, like a beauteous dove,
It rests on Him alone: "
This," saith the voice of God above,
" Is my beloved Son."
So those on whom is duly poured
The blessed baptismal wave,
They too are children of the Lord,
They too may ask and have.
Theirs is the holy purity
And meekness of the dove:
To them the Holy Ghost is nigh,
To fill their souls with love.
Lord, if thou hast removed our stain
In that most holy flood,
May no fresh sin destroy again
The cleansing of Thy blood !
Praise to the Son, through whom alone
Our stains of guilt are lost:
Like praise be to the Father done,
And to the Holy Ghost.
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