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 floweret 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.
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One of my all time favorites! Thanks for getting us in to the mood!
You’re welcome.
My Choir sings this every year. This version is GORGEOUS… truly a beautiful piece.
Many thanks, Art!!
You’re welcome.