1. Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath spring!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men of old have sung.
It came, a flower bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half-gone was the night.

2. Isaish '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-gone was the night.

3. This Flow'r, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor,
The darkness ev'rywhere.
True man, yet very God,
From sin and death He saves us,
And lightens ev'ry load.