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Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As those of old have sung
It came a flow'ret 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