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 men 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 men a Savior
When half spent was the night

O Savior, Child of Mary, Who felt our human woe
O Savior, King of glory, Who dost our weakness know
Bring us at length we pray, to the bright courts of Heaven
And to the endless day



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Writer(s): Traditional Music
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