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 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 the endless day