Текст песни
Lo how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem has sprung
Of Jesse's lineage, coming
As men of old has sung
It came a flow'red bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half-spent was the night
Isaiah, 'twas foretold it
This rose that I have in mind
And with Mary we behold it
The Virgin Mother, so sweet and so kind
She bore to men a Saviour
When half-spent was the night
To show God's love all right
She bore to men a Saviour
When half-spent was the night