See these ones in white apparel,

Standing by the river’s brink;

Their backs turned to the world and sin,

And waiting to be baptised,

And expecting

To fulfil the Lord’s command.

Behold, how they stand there in fear,

But they are not of hope bereft;

They know that their blessed Saviour

Commanded their immersion.

Jordan is cold,

But their faith is waxing hot.

Behold and see, other brethren,

Their elders in Jesus Christ,

Stretch out hands of love to help them;

They have been like them before.

At this moment

They rejoice in pard'ning grace.

Go, follow your Saviour and Lord,

Behold with the eye of faith

The heavens open: God’s spirit

Loudly saying from heaven,

“These disciples,

Are my beloved children.”