Es Ist Ein Ros' Entsprungen

A rose has sprung up, from a tender root,
As the ancients sang to us, from Jesse came the shoot,
And it brought a little flower in the cold of winter,
Right at the midnight hour.

The little rose I mean, of which Isaiah spoke,
Is Mary the pure one, who brought us this flower.
By God's eternal plan, she bore a child,
And remained a pure maid.

The little flower, so small, it smells so sweet to us,
With its bright shining light, it drives away the dark.
True man and true God, helps us through all our suffering,
Saves us from sin and death.

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