LO HOW A ROSE E'ER BLOOMING

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 those of old have sung.
It came a flow'ret 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 Saviour
When half spent was the night.
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