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
CCLI# 7102489
photo by Annie Spratt