Aaron's Rod

Verse 1

See Isr'el's tribes brought near to God; And ev'ry prince present his rod: Whilst one alone with blossoms blooms, And sheds the almond's rich perfumes.

Verse 2

'Twas his, the type of him divine, Whom thou, O Lord, hast chose as thine; The man, the priest, the stem, the root, Who bears for us immortal fruit.

Verse 3

Jesus, High Priest of good to come! Thy rod, thy staff shall guide us home: Thro' death's dark vale, we'll trust its pow'r, Nor fear a shadow's shaded hour.