A
little branch of Israel's tree,
A tender twig -
God did foresee,
Which He could blend into His will,
And through this one His plan fulfill.
And
so He cut it from the rest,
Did cast it down -
From carnal crest,
To walk a solitary way,
While waiting for the break of day.
Into
the likeness of His death
He led this branch -
With shortened breath,
And planted it within His side,
Henceforth in Him to ere abide.
Thy
mind brought low, the mind of Christ
Is given thee -
Within this tryst,
His branch and servant now to be,
To grow in Him, a greater tree.
A
branch arising from the tomb,
A christed life -
From morning's womb,
Clothed with His beauty, glory bright,
Triumphant o'er the shades of night.
Thou art a branch He hath made new,
Joined to the Lord -
One spirit true,
A king and priest thou dost remain,
In righteousness o'er earth to reign.
The
Lord brought down the carnal tree,
And raised the branch -
Of low degree,
A sovereign working of His grace
Within this twig of Israel's race.
