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 Saviour 
When half spent was the night 

O Saviour, Child of Mary 
Who felt our human woe 
O Saviour, 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