Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming

Lo, how a Rose e'er bloomingFrom tender stem hath sprung,Of Jesse's lineage comingAs men of old have sung.It came, a flow'ret brightAmid the cold of winterWhen half-spent was the night.

Isaiah 'twas foretold it,The Rose I have in mind,With Mary we behold itThe tender mother kind.To shew God's love arightShe gave to men a SaviourWhen half-spent was the night.