Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming

Lo, how a rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung Of Jesse's lineage coming As seers of old have sung It came, a floweret bright Amid the cold of winter When half-spent was the night 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 us a Savior When half-spent was the night This flower, whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air Dispels in glorious splendor The darkness everywhere True man, yet very God From sin and death he saves us And bears our every load