Verse 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 flower bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half gone was the night

Verse 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 men a Savior
When half gone was the night

Verse 3

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