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
Lo, How A Rose E're BloomingLo, 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 |