For the forsaken, help comes hither
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not touched by the frost
From the Root of Jesse a shoot will grow
A Tree of Life come from the agéd root
To blossom and fill the world with fruit
Feeding all who take shelter below
Despised, without beauty or majesty
Battered, scarred, and blood-stained
By His Father's will only is He sustained
Indomitable stands the Root of Jesse
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