Heather Dale - Es ist ein' Ros' lyrics

Lo,how a Rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of jesse's lineage coming, as those of old have sung. It came, a floweret bright, Amid the cold of winter When half spent was the night. 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 Saviour When half spent was the night.