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 flower 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 men a Savior, when half spent was the night.

This flow’r whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air,
Dispels, with glorious splendor, the darkness ev’rywhere.
True man, yet very God, from sin and death He saves us and lightens ev’ry load.

Music: Es Ist Ein Ros’, Al­te Ca­thol­ische Geist­liche Kirch­en­ge­säng (Köln, Ger­ma­ny: 1599)