A seed­ling of Jes­se shall flow­er,
A rul­er des­cend from his line,
Instinct with the spi­rit of pow­er,
The spir­it of wis­dom di­vine.

A judge to re­prove for the meek,
The man­tle of jus­tice to wear,
To ren­der their rights to the weak,
The wrongs of the poor to re­pair.

Then none shall de­vour or hurt,
When God has His dwell­ing with men;
The babe with the scor­pi­on shall sport,
And play on the coc­ka­trice’s den.

Then child­ren the ti­ger shall lead;
The wolves shall lie down with the flocks;
The kid with the leo­pard shall feed,
The li­on eat straw with the ox.

The word that goes forth from His mouth
A light to the na­tions shall be,
To spread from the north to the south,
And flow like the tides to the sea.