A spotless Rose is blowing, sprung from a tender root, Of ancient seers’ foreshowing of Jesse promised fruit; Its fairest bud unfolds to light Amid the cold, cold winter; and in the dark midnight.

The Rose which I am singing, whereof Isaiah said, Is from its sweet root springing in Mary, purest Maid; For, through our God’s great love and might, The blessed Babe she bare us in a cold, cold winter’s night.

This Flower, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air, Dispels with glorious splendour the darkness everywhere; True Man, yet very God, From sin and death He saves us, and lightens every load.

O Jesus, by being born out of this vale of tears, Let Thy help guide us to the hall of joy In your father’s kingdom, As we praise You eternally; O God, give us that.

Where is that goodly fragrance flowing to steal the senses all away? adorns the air, and nothing like it the shepherds sensed in fields in May? Where is that goodly fragrance flowing to steal the senses all away?

A light so bright, a beam so piercing it turns our darkness into day. The light of Christ, it is so radiant, the beam it casts to be our way. A light so bright, a beam so piercing it turns our darkness into day.

Shepherds to Bethlehem, go hasten! And in a manger see him lay. Adore your God and your redeemer; Saviour of all to win the day Shepherds to Bethlehem, go hasten! And in a manger see him lay.

All pow'rful God, and King eternal, The heavens praise with one accord. Grace, peace anf truth give to all nations Spring forth from Jesus Christ our Lord. All pow’rful God, and King eternal, The heavens praise with one accord.