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 Flow'ret bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night
Isaiah 'twas fortold it
The Rose I have in mind
With Mary we be hold it
The virgin mother kind
To show God's love aright
She bore to men a Savior
When half spent was the night
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This Flow'r, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darknes ev'rywhere
True man, yet very God
From sin and death He saves us
And lightens ev'ry load
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