1 From Jesse's stock up-springing,
On tender root has grown:
A rose by Prophet's singing
To all the world made known.
The rose 'midst winter's cold,
A lovely blossom bearing,
In former days foretold.

2 This rose then of my story
Isaiah did proclaim.
What God ordained in glory
By blessed Mary came.
The Child the virgin bore,
The world's salvation bringing
Through Him for evermore.

3 The rosebud small and tender
Gives fragrance every day.
And by its brilliant splendor
Makes darkness pass away.
True Man, yet very God,
From sin and death He saves us
And lightens every load.

4 Since all He comes to ransom,
By all be He adored;
The Infant born in Bethle'm,
The Saviour and the Lord.
Repeat the hymn again:
"To God on high be glory,
And peace on earth to men!"