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 flower bright, amid the cold of winter / When half gone was the night / Issaiah '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 men a Savior / When half gone was the night / This flower whose fragrance tender, with sweetness fills the air / Dispels with glorious splendor, the darkness everywhere / True man, yet very God, from sin and death He saves us / And lightens every load
