Because you live again, O Rose
Who bloomed in Guadalupe’s snows,
In this your image, flow’ring fair,
Our songs as flowers fill the air.
O Virgin, Rose in brambles grown,
Who chose this people for your own
Your flow’ring image glorifies
The tangled brushwood of our lives.
God made you lovely past compare,
Your life was one unfolding prayer;
And then He fashioned you again,
An image which He gave to men.
We pray, protect us as your own
And intercede at Heaven’s throne;
While here we kneel before your face,
Send down a ray of saving grace