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