Es Ist Ein Ros' Entsprungen

A rose has sprung up, from a tender root,
As the ancients sang to us, from Jesse came the kind,
And brought a little flower in the midst of the cold winter
Well into the midnight hour.

The little rose, that I mean, of which Isaiah speaks,
Is Mary the Pure who brought us the little flower.
By God's eternal plan, she bore a child
And remained a pure maiden.

The little flower, so small, that scents us so sweetly,
With its bright light, it drives away the darkness.
True man and true God, helps us in all suffering,
Saves us from sin and death.

Oh Jesus, until the parting from this vale of tears,
Let Your help guide us into the hall of joy,
In Your Father's kingdom, where we praise You eternally.
Oh God, grant us this.