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
This rose I have in mind
With Mary 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

Oh, flow'r, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air
Dispel with glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere
True man, yet very God
From sin and death now save us
And share our every load