Lo How A Rose E'er Blooming

Lo! How a Rose e'er blooming

From tender stem hath sprung

Of Jesse's lineage coming,

As those of old have sung.It came a flower bright

Amid the cold of winter

When half-spent was the night.Isaiah 'twas foretold it,

The Rose I have in mind;

And so then 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.