Lo, How a Rose E're 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 This flower, whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air Dispels with glorious splendor The darkness everywhere True man, yet very God From sin and death he saves us And lightens every load From sin and death he saves us And lightens every load