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 All in the dead of night All in the dead of 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 men a savior All in the dead of night All in the dead of 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 And share our every load