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
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
The shepherds 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
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