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 prophets long have sung,

It came a flow’ret 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.


O Savior, child of Mary,
Who felt our human woe; 
O Savior, King of glory, 
Who dost our weakness know:

Bring us at length we pray
To the bright courts of heaven, 
And to the endless day.

 

Translated by Theodore Baker & John C. Mattes. 
Adaptation and arrangement by Blake Flattley

photo by Annie Spratt