Es ist ein Ros entsprungen (Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming), for chorus
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men of old have sung
It came a flow'ret 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 Saviour
When half spent was the night
O flow'are, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air
Dispel in glorious splendour
The darkness ev'ry where
True man yet very God
From sin and death now save us
And share our ev'ry load
Writer/s: Michael Praetorius