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 Savior, when half-spent was the night.
O Flow’r, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air. Dispel in glorious splendor the darkness ev’ry-where: True man, yet very God, from sin and death now save us, and share our ev’ry load.