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Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming; From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse’s lineage coming, As seers of old have sung.
It came, a blossom 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 Savior,
When half spent was the night.
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.