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 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 To show God's love aright, she bore to men 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