Lo, how a rose e´er blooming

1. 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.

2. 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 halfspent was the night.

3. O Flower, whose fragrance tender
with sweetness fills the air,
dispel with glorious splendour
the darkness everywhere;
true man, yet very God,
from Sin and death now save us,
and share our every load.