131- Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming

Jesus Christ: Birth

1

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.

2

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 them a Savior.
When half spent was the night.