Lo how a rose e'er blooming

From tender stem hath sprung

Of jesse's lineage coming

As seers of old have sung

It came a blossom 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 a right

She bore to us a savior

When half spent was the night



O flower whose fragrance tender

With sweetness fills the air

Dispel in glorious splendor

The darkness everywhere

True man yet very god

From sin and death now save us

And share our every load