Rutter: There is a Flower


There is a flower


There is a flower sprung of a tree,

The root thereof is called Jesse,

A flower of price;

There is none such in paradise.

This flower is fair, and fresh of hue

It fadeth never, but ever is new;

The blessed branch this flower on grew

Was Mary mild that bare Jesu;

A flower of grace;

Against all sorrow it is solace.

The seed hereof was Goddes sand,

That God himself sowed with his hand,

In Nazareth that holy land,

Amidst her arbour a maiden found;

This blessed flower

Sprang never but in Mary’s bower.

When Gabriel this maid did meet,

With ‘Ave Maria’ he did her greet;

Between them two this flower was set

And safe was kept, no man should wit,

Till on a day

In Bethlehem it could spread and spray.

When that fair flower began to spread

And his sweet blossom began to bed,

Then rich and poor of ev’ry land

They marvelled how this flower might spread,

Till kinges three

That blessed flower came to see.

Angels there came from heaven’s tower

To look up on this freshele flower,

How fair he was in his colour

And how sweet in his savour;

And to behold

How such a flow’r might spring in gold.


                                                                                          - JOHN AUDELAY (15th century)