Lo How A Rose E'er Blooming

Praetorius 

  Lo, how a rose e'er blooming 
  From tender stem hath sprung 
  Of Jesse's lineage coming 
  As one of old have sung. 

  It came, a floweret 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. 

  It came, a floweret bright 
  Amid the cold of winter 
  When half spent was the night. 

  To show God's love aright 
  She bore to us a Saviour 
  When half spent was the night. 

  Oh, flower whose fragrance tender 
  With sweetness fills the air 
  Dispel in glorious splendor 
  The darkness everywhere 
  True man yet very god 
  From sin and death now save us 
  And share our every load