Lo How A Rose Eer Blooming 11 Lyrics

1. Lo, a fair Rose a-blooming
From tender root hath sprung;
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men a-fore-time sung;

It bears a Flow'ret bright,
While reigns the cold mid-winter
And darkest is the night.

2. This little Rose I'm singing,
Whereof Isaiah spoke,
Mary to us is bringing,
A maid of humble folk;

By God's eternal might
For us a Child she beareth,
While darkest is the night.

3. The floweret so lowly,
Whose fragrance none can tell,
With brightness strange and holy
Doth all our dark dispel:

True man, true God is He;
From every ill he saveth;
God grant we saved may be.