from tender stem hath sprung!
From Jess’s lineage coming
As men of old have sung
It came, a floweret 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
