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 men of old have sung
It came a flow'ret 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 aright
She bore to men a Savior 
When half-spent was the night