MANY WATERS
“In Jordane lavit Christus ejus crimina.’
Dip Thou Thy glorious head
In Jordan's tide;
And every river-bed is sanctified.
Wring out Thy lovely locks
Against the beam:
We catch the shining drops from the mid-stream.
O Water from Thy brow!
Can we forget
It will shed blood enow in a great sweat?
All wonders on Thee wait;
All fountains pray
Thou shouldst lustrate and make them gay.
Yea, of their element
Thou dost design,
With a few drops content, to make us Thine.
Lift Thou Thy head, fair Priest!
By Kedron's brink
The roses are increast that dip and drink.
