John McDermott - 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 seers of old have sung
It came a floweret bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent 'twas the night

Isaiah 'twas foretold it
This rose I have in mind
With Mary we behold it
The Virgins mother kind To show His love so bright
She bore for us a Savior
In half spent was that night

O 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 human load