Lo How a Rose E'er Blooming

Lo how a rose e'er blooming From tender stem has sprung Of Jesse's lineage, coming As men of old has sung It came a flow'red bright Amid the cold of winter When half-spent was the night Isaiah, 'twas foretold it This rose that I have in mind And with Mary we behold it The Virgin Mother, so sweet and so kind She bore to men a Saviour When half-spent was the night To show God's love all right She bore to men a Saviour When half-spent was the night