131. Lo, Ho a Rose E'er Blooming

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 them a Savior. When half spent was the night.