The World’s Fair Rose Has Blossomed
The world's fair Rose has blossomed
Of Jesse’s royal stem ;
Foretold by ancient prophets
Who did the news proclaim.
This Blossom greets the light
Within our cold midwinter,
Upon our dark midnight.
This Rose I mean whose coming
Isaiah first did sing,
Is Mary pure and blessed,
The Blossom is our King.
By God’s eternal Will
We offer as Thy treasure
Our hearts to dwell therein.