Lo How a Rose

Lo, how a Rose up springing

On tender, root has grown

A Rose by Prophet's singing

To all the world made known

The Rose, midst winter's cold

A lonely blossom bearing

In former days, foretold

This Rose than of my story

Isaiah did proclaim

What God ordained in glory

By blessed Mary came

The Child the Virgin bore

The world's salvation bringing

Through Him for evermore

The Rosebud small and tender

Gives fragrance every day

And by its brilliant splendor

Makes darkness pass away

True God, true Man, we pray

Help us in every sorrow

And guard us on our way