1. Lo, how a rose e’er blooming
   From tender stem hath sprung!
   Of Jesse’s lineage coming
   As prophets long have sung,
   It came a flow’ret bright,
   Amid the cold of winter,
   When half-spent was the night.

2. 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.

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3. 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.

4. Praise be to God the Father,
   The Son and Holy Ghost!
   In Mary, God’s own mother,
   Be our exultant boast!
   Who in the manger lay
   Hath turned from us God’s anger
   And changed night into day.

5. O Savior, child of Mary,
   Who felt our human woe;
   O Savior, King of Glory,
   Who dost our weakness know,
   Bring us at length, we pray,
   To the bright courts of heaven,
   And to the endless day.

Es ist ein Ros entsprungen
Sts. 1–2, German, 16th c.
St. 3–5, Friedrich Layriz, 1844
Sts. 1–2 tr. Theodore Baker, 1894, alt.
St. 3 tr. Harriet R.K. Spaeth, 1875
St. 4 tr. Christopher J. Neuendorf, 2021
St. 5 tr. John C. Mattes, 1914
Source: Sts. 1–4, Lutheran Service Book, 2006, No. 359