(Numbers 17 and 20)
The Ruler in Jeshurun
Had seen the camp rebel,
No word of law nor menace
Could their loud murmuring quell:
Nor the dread trump proclaiming
Jehovah's awful name
Nor rolling clouds of Sina,
Torn by the lightening's flame.
Take the green rod of Aaron,
Near the Shekinah kept,
That blossomed in the night-time
While selfish Israel slept;
The flowers and fruit in clusters
Miraculously grew -
O branch of grace and mercy
To lead the people through!
The fountain of fresh waters
Ever and ever flows,
The service in the highest
No interruption knows;
The great High Priest, untiring
Presents us to His God;
For ever bright and vernal
Buds the fair almond rod.
E.L.Bevir (1847-1922)
In the grounds of Paxton House; the river is the Tweed, the border between Scotland and England at this point.
Thanks so much for sharing this beautiful tribute to grace here, David. I hope you had a blessed Easter!
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