Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming

Lo, how a rose e’er blooming
from tender stem hath sprung!
From Jess’s lineage coming
As men of old have sung
It came, a floweret bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night

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 us a Saviour
When half spent was the night


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