The tree so white, like pure and driven snow
A symbol of the love of God for all 
The Lamb of God, in virgin arms, so small
Condescends from heaven that He may show

In power and great glory He did minister
Afflicted, sick, possessed were all made whole 
The Word of God an iron rod to hold
But darkness had its plans for Him, so sinister

The people of that great and spacious place 
Judged the everlasting Son of God
Lifted up upon that wicked rod
Slain, back to His Fathers warm embrace

In falling, His redemption now completed
Those that fight against Him are defeated