Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming

Author: German carol, 16th century
Composer: German carol; Alte Catholische Geistliche Kirchengesäng, Cologne 1599

Languages (7)

This song text has been indexed at SingPraises.net in the following languages:

  • Dutch: Er is uit dorre aarde
  • French: D’un arbre séculaire
  • Icelandic: Það aldin út er sprungið
  • Spanish: Aquel rosal lejano
  • Swedish: Det är en ros utsprungen


Most common tunes for “Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming”

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Appearances of “Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming” over time

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Representative lyrics

German (Original Language)

1. Es ist ein Ros entsprungen aus einer Wurzel zart, wie uns die Alten sungen, von Jesse kam die Art und hat ein Blümlein bracht mitten im kalten Winter, wohl zu der halben Nacht.

2. Das Röslein, das ich meine, davon Jesaja sagt, hat uns gebracht alleine Marie, die reine Magd; aus Gottes ewgem Rat hat sie ein Kind geboren, welches uns selig macht.


1. Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse’s lineage coming, As men of old have sung. It came, a floweret bright, Amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night.

2. 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 men a Savior, When half spent was the night.

3. The shepherds heard the story Proclaimed by angels bright, How Christ, the Lord of glory Was born on earth this night. To Bethlehem they sped And in the manger found Him, As angel heralds said.

4. O Savior, Child of Mary, Who felt our human woe, O Savior, King of glory, Who dost our weakness know; Bring us at length we pray, To the bright courts of Heaven, And to the endless day!