Lo, How a Rose E're Blooming - Linda Ronstadt

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