Rod of the Root of Jesse

Rod of the Root of Jes­se

Thou

Flow­er of Ma­ry born

From that thick sha­dy mount­ain

Cam’st glo­ri­ous forth this morn:

Of her

the ev­er vir­gin

Incarnate wast Thou made

The im­ma­te­ri­al Es­sence

The God by all ob­eyed!

Glory

Lord

Thy serv­ants pay

To Thy won­drous might to­day!

The Gen­tiles’ ex­pec­ta­tion

Whom Ja­cob’s words fore­tell

Who Sy­ria’s pride shall van­quish

Samaria’s pow­er shalt quell;

Thou from the Root of Ju­dah

Like some fair plant dost spring

To turn old Gen­tile er­ror

To Thee

its God and King!

Glory

Lord

Thy serv­ants pay

To Thy won­drous might to­day!

In Ba­laam’s an­cient vi­sion

The east­ern seers were skilled;

They marked the con­stel­la­tions

And joy their spir­its filled;

For Thou

bright Star of Ja­cob

Arising in Thy might

Didst call these Gen­tile first-fruits

To wor­ship in Thy light.

They

in ho­ly rev­er­ence bend

Gifts ac­cep­ta­ble pre­sent.

As on a fleece des­cend­ing

The gen­tle dews distill

As drops the earth that wa­ter

The vir­gin didst Thou fill.

Tarshish and Ethi­op­ia

The Isles and Ar­aby

And Me­dia

leagues with She­ba

Fall down and wor­ship Thee.

Glory

Lord

Thy serv­ants pay

To Thy won­drous might to­day!