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 saints of old have sung.
It came, a flower bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half-spent was the night.

This flower, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air
Dispels with glorious splendour
The darkness everywhere
True man, yet very God
From sin and death He saves us
And lightens every load

[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.

This flower so small and tender
With fragrance fills the air,
His brightness ends the darkness
That kept the earth in fear.
True God, and yet true man,
He came to save His people
From earth’s dark night of sin. ]