[ Featuring The Bank Cormorants ]
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-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.
