Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse's lineage coming, as men of old have sung
It came, a flowered bright, amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night
Isaiah 'twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind
With Mary we behold it, the Virgin Mother kind
To show God's love aright, she bore to us a Savior
When half spent was the night
Es ist ein Ros entsprungen
Aus einer Wurzel zart
Wie uns die Alten sungen
Von Jesse kam die Art
Und hat ein Blümlein bracht
Mitten im kalten Winter
Wohl zu der halben Nacht
It came, a flowered bright, amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night
Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
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