[UPDATE 11/2013 -- See below in thread for final version of text and a PDF of it set to CONDITOR ALME]
From ancient roots, a shoot will rise,
Full-blooming Wisdom of our God;
With perfect judgement in His eyes,
and perfect justice from His rod.
Abundant peace, like streams, shall flow,
Til stars and moon fall from the sky;
And all the lands and peoples know,
the Name of God, the Lord Most High.
A voice shall sing, "Prepare the Way,
Repent, and make His pathways clear!"
We dare not rest, dare not delay,
Salvation by our God is near.
The axe, as yet, awaits the tree,
The threshing floor awaits the fan.
Before His justice, none can flee;
Beneath His judgement, none can stand.
Prepare then well, and swiftly too,
For swifter still is God's own grace.
Prepare your heart to be made new,
Prepare your eyes to see His face.
From ancient roots, a shoot will rise,
Full-blooming Wisdom of our God;
With perfect judgement in His eyes,
and perfect justice from His rod.
Abundant peace, like streams, shall flow,
Til stars and moon fall from the sky;
And all the lands and peoples know,
the Name of God, the Lord Most High.
A voice shall sing, "Prepare the Way,
Repent, and make His pathways clear!"
We dare not rest, dare not delay,
Salvation by our God is near.
The axe, as yet, awaits the tree,
The threshing floor awaits the fan.
Before His justice, none can flee;
Beneath His judgement, none can stand.
Prepare then well, and swiftly too,
For swifter still is God's own grace.
Prepare your heart to be made new,
Prepare your eyes to see His face.