Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming - Ane Brun, Михаэль Преториус

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 blossom bright

Amid the cold of winter

When half-spent was the light

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