Lo! How a Rose E'er Blooming

Lo! How a Rose e're blooming,

From tender stem hath sprung,

Of Jesse's lineage coming

As those of old have sung

It came, a flowerth bright,

Amid the cold of winter

When half-spent was the night

Isaiah twice foretold it,

The Rose I have in mind

And so then we behold it

The Virgin Mother kind

To show God's love aright

She bore to us a Savior

When half-spent was the night