Lo how a rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung Of jesse's lineage coming As seers of old have sung It came a blossom 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 a right She bore to us a savior When half spent was the night
O flower whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air Dispel in glorious splendor The darkness everywhere True man yet very god From sin and death now save us And share our every load
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