1 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 flower bright,
  
Amid the cold of winter
  
When half-gone was the night.
2 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-gone was the night.
3 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
                        
German Carol
                        
Tr. by Theodore Baker, stanzas 1,2
                        
Tr. by Harriet Krauth Spaeth, stanza 3
                        
 Hymns for the Family of God
 

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