Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung.
Of Jesse's lineage coming
By faithful prophets 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 for us a Savior
When half-spent was the night.
This Flower, whose fragrance
Tender with sweetness fills the air.
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere.
Enfleshed, yet very God.
From sin and death He saves us
And lightens every load.
