One, two, three, four One, two, three ♪ 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 blossom 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 us 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, flower, whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air Dispels with glorious splendor The darkness everywhere True God, and yet true man He came to save his people From Earth's dark night of sin