Lo! The Desert-Depths are Stirr'd

"Lo! The desert-depths are stirr'd, And the reeds of Jordan quiver At the Baptist's herald word, Shake the shores of that old river.
Nearer comes the Preacher's cry, Deeper sounds his voice and deeper, Telling that the Christ is nigh,
In a tone to rouse the sleeper.
By their Maker's coming feet Moved, the earth, the air, the ocean Joyously His advent greet,
With a strangely yearning motion.
Cleanse the hearta highway strew For the Godhead hither faring Cleanse the homea dwelling, due To the mighty Guest, preparing.
Jesu, Thou our solace art,
Thou our strength and our salvation Wither'd grass, from Thee apart, Fades away man's feeble nation.
Lift the lost, with hand of health, Whom the plague is fast consuming Lift the veilin all its wealth,
Lo! The beauteous world is blooming.
Thou, who comest man to free, Son, be Thine all praise for ever: Thine with Sire and Spirit be Laud through ages ending never."