Lo, how a rose is growing A bloom of finest grace The prophets have foretold it A branch of Jesse's race Who'd bear one perfect flower Here in the cold of winter And darkest midnight hour The rose of which I'm singing Isaiah had foretold He came to us through Mary Who sheltered him from cold Through God's eternal will This child to us was given A midnight calm and still The shepherds heard the story The angels sang at night How Christ was born of Mary He was the son of light To Bethlehem they ran To find him in the manger As angel herald sang ♪ Oh, savior, child of Mary Who felt our human woe Oh, savior, king of glory Who triumphed o'er our foe Bring us, at length, we pray To the bright courts of heaven And into endless day