Lo, how a rose e’er blooming,
From tender stem hath sprung!
From Jesse’s lin’age coming,
As men of old have sung.

It came a blossom 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 Saviour
When half spent was the night.

The shepherds heard the story
Proclaimed by angels bright,
How Christ, the Lord of Glory
Was born on Earth this night.

To Bethlehem they sped
And in the manger found him
As angel heralds said.

Es ist ein’ Ros’ entsprungen,
Aus einer Wurzel zart,
Wie uns die Alten sungen,
Von Jesse kam die Art,

Und hat ein Blumlein bracht
Mitten im kalten Winter
Wohl zu der halben nacht.

Ian Ground