Lo, how a Rose e're blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse's lineage coming

As those of old have sung
It came, a floweret bright
Amid the cold of winter

When half spent was the night

This rose whose fragrance tender

With sweetness fills the air
Dispels with nature's splendor
The darkness everywhere

True love, so pure and good
From sin and death He saves us,
And lightens every load