Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh 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 Ooh Ooh Isaiah 'twas foretold it The rose I have in mind With Mary we behold it Our virgin mother kind To show God's love aright She bore to men a savior When half-spent was the night Ooh Ooh This flower, whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air Dispels with glorious splendor The darkness everywhere True man, yet very God From sin and death he saves us And lightens every load Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Grow, savior, child of Mary Who felt our human woe Bloom, 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 And to the endless day Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh