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 'twas the night



Isaiah 'twas foretold it

This rose I have in mind

With Mary we behold it

The Virgins mother kind

To show His love so bright

She bore for us a Savior

In half spent was that night



O flower whose fragrance tender

With sweetness fills the air

Dispel in Glorious splendor

The darkness everywhere

True man yet very God

From sin and death now save us

And share our human load