Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming

Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung!

Of Jesse's lineage coming as men 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 aright, 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 ev'ry load