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 floweret bright Amid the cold of winter When half spent 'twas the night
Isaiah 'twas foretold it This rose I have in mind With Mary we behold it The Virgins mother kind To show His love so bright She bore for us a Savior In half spent was that 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 human load
