A noble flow'r of Juda from tender roots has sprung,
A rose from stem of Jesse, as prophets long had sung,
A blossom fair and bright,
That in the midst of winter will change to dawn our night.
The rose of grace and beauty of which Isaiah sings
Is Mary, virgin mother, and Christ the flow'r she brings.
By God's divine decree
She bore our loving Saviour, who died to set us free.
To Mary, dearest Mother, with fervent hearts we pray:
Grant that your tender Infant will cast our sins away,
And guide us with his love
That we shall ever serve him, and live with him above.
(z angielskiego brewiarza)
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