Abide With Me (Arr. Cleobury)
Choir Of King'S College, Cambridge
4:53A Spotless Rose is blowing Sprung from a tender root Of ancient seers' foreshowing Of Jesse promised fruit Its fairest bud unfolds to light Amid the cold, cold winter And in the dark midnight The rose which I am singing Whereof Isaiah said Is from its sweet root springing In Mary, purest maid For through our God's great love and might The blessed babe she bare us In a cold, cold winter's night