I Know A Rose Tree - Secret Garden, Cathrine Iversen

I know a Rose tree springing

Forth from an ancient root

As men of old we singing

From Jesse came the shoot

That bore a blossom bright

A-mid the cold of winter

When half spent was the night

O Flow’r, whose fragrance tender

With sweetness fills the air

Dispel in glorious splendor

The darkness ev’rywhere;

True man, yet very God

From sin and death now save us

And share our ev’ry load