Verse 1
Whene’er the pure baptismal rite
Is duely ministred below,
The heavens are open’d in our sight,
And God his Spirit doth bestow,
The grace infus’d, invisible,
Which would with man forever dwell.
Verse 2
But ah, we lost the grace bestow’d,
Nor let the Spirit on us remain,
Made void the ordinance of God,
By sin shut up the heavens again,
Who would not keep our garments white,
Or walk as children of the light.