Nhạc sĩ: Michael Praetorius
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Loha,
rose blooming,
From
tender stem hath sprung,
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
As when of
old hath sung,
It came a flower it bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half-spent
was the night.
Isaiah,
it was foretold,
This rose that I have in mind,
Mary we behold it,
The virgin mother,
so sweet
and so kind.
She bore to men a Savior,
When half-spent was the night.
To show God's love aright,
She bore to men a Savior,
When half-spent was the night.
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