Lo, How A Rose E’er Blooming

Lo, how a rose e’er blooming,

From tender stem hath sprung!

From Jesse�s lineage coming,

As men of old have sung.

It came, a floweret 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.

The shepherds heard the story

Proclaimed by angels bright,

How Christ, the Lord of Glory

Was born on earth this night.

To Bethlehem they sped

And in the manger they found Him,

As angels heralds said.

This Flower, whose fragrance tender

With sweetness fills the air,

Dispels with glorious splendo

The darkness everywhere;

True man, yet very God,

From sin and death he saves us,

And lightens every load.