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 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 men a savior When half-spent was the night The shepherd's heard the story Proclaimed by angels bright How Christ, the lord of glory Was born on earth this night To Bethlehem they sped And in the manger, found him As angel herald said Oh, savior, child of Mary Who felt our human woe Oh, savior, king of glory Who dost our weakness know Bring us, at length, we pray To the bright courts of heaven And to,to the endless day!