To Him this heavenly office, nor was long
His witness unconfirmed; on Him baptized
Heaven opened, and in likeness of a dove
The Spirit descended, while the Father’s voice
From heaven pronounced Him His Beloved Son.
Milton.
Well mayest thou tremble, Baptist; well thy cheek,
Now flushed, now pale, thy labouring soul bespeak!
’Tis He, the Christ, by every bard foretold!
Hear Him, ye nations, and ye Heavens behold!