XII. _BAPTISM_.

A SPIRITUAL SONG, CONCERNING OUR HOLY BAPTISM, WHEREIN IS BRIEFLY

CONTAINED WHAT IT IS, WHO HAS INSTITUTED IT, WHERETO IT SERVES, &C.

To Jordan when our Lord had gone,

His Father’s pleasure willing,

He took his baptism of St. John,

His work and charge fulfilling;

Therein he did appoint a bath

To wash us from defilement,

And there to drown that cruel Death

In his blood of assoilment:

‘Twas no less than a new life.

Let all then hear and right receive

The baptism of the Father;

And learn what Christians must believe,

Shunning where heretics gather.

Water indeed, not water mere

Therein can work his pleasure:

His holy Word is also there

With Spirit rich, unmeasured:

He is the one baptizer.

This clearly showed He by his word

Of open recognition;

The Father’s voice men plainly heard

At Jordan claim his mission.

God said, This is my own dear Son

In whom I am well contented;

To you I send him, every one--

That all may hear I have sent him,

And follow what he teaches.

Also God’s Son himself here stands

In human presentation;

On him the Holy Ghost descends

In dove-like shape and fashion,

That not a doubt should ever rise

That, when we are baptized,

All the three Persons do baptize;

And they be recognized

Themselves come to dwell with us.

Christ to his scholars says: Go forth,

Give to all men acquaintance

That lost in sin lies the whole earth,

And must turn to repentance.

Believe, and be baptized, and then

Each man is blest for ever;

From that hour he’s a new-born man,

And thenceforth, dying never,

The kingdom shall inherit.

But who in this grace puts no faith

Abides in sin, life misses;

He is condemned to endless death

Deep down in hell’s abysses.

Nothing avails his righteousness,

And lost are all his merits;

Sin original holds its place--

The sin which he inherits;

And help himself he cannot.

The eye but water doth behold

As from man’s hand it floweth;

But inward faith the power untold

Of Jesus Christ’s blood knoweth:

Faith sees therein a red flood roll,

With Christ’s blood dyed and blended,

Which hurt of every kind makes whole,

Whether from Adam heired

Or by ourselves committed.

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