Thurlow Weed - Lo, how a rose e'er blooming - текст песни (слова)

Of Jesse's line descending, 
 By ancient sibyls sung,
 With thornless branch extended,
 From noble root newsprung
 A rose doth bear a Flower
 All in the cold midwinter
 And at the midnight hour.
 
 That flower of ancient splendour
 Of which Isaiah spake,
 Mary the Rosebranch tender
 Puts forth for mankind's sake;
 Obedient to God's will,
 A little child she bears us,
 Yet is a maiden still.
 
 The frozen air perfuming
 That tiny Bloom doth swell;
 Its rays, the night illumining
 The darkness quite dispel.
 O Flower beyond compare,
 Bloom in our hearts' midwinter,
 Restore the springtime there!