Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming

1. 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 flow’ret bright,
   Amid the cold of winter,
   When half spent was the night.

2. 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 men a Savior,
   When half spent was the night.

3. O Flower, whose fragrance tender
   With sweetness fills the air,
   Dispel with glorious splendour
   The darkness everywhere;
   True man, yet very God,
   From Sin and death now save us,
   And share our every load.

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Unsure of the melody? Here is a nice performance in four-part harmony.