[ Featuring Kaskade ]
Lo, how a Rose up springing
On tender root has grown:
A Rose by prophet's singing
To all the world made known.
The Rose midst winter's cold,
A lonely blossom bearing,
In former days foretold.
This Rose then of my story
Isaiah did proclaim:
What God ordained in glory
By blessed Mary came.
The Child the Virgin bore,
The world's salvation bringing
Through Him for evermore.
The Rosebud small and tender
Gives fragrance every day.
And by It's brilliant splendor
Makes darkness pass away.
True God, true Man, we pray,
Help us in every sorrow,
And guard us on our way.
