Lo, how a rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming As those 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 loving mother kind To show God's love aright She bore for us a savior When half-spent was the night ♪ Lo, how a rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming As those 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 loving mother kind To show God's love aright She bore for us a savior When half-spent was the night