Lo! How a rose e'er blooming
From a tender stem hath sprung.
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
as those 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;
and so then we behold it,
the Virgin Mother kind.
To show God's love aright,
she bore to us a Savior,
when half spent was the night.



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Thanks to (Lauren Swann) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 17, 2009