Description
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 floweret bright,
amid the cold of winter
when half gone 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 men a Saviour
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.
