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Lo, How a Rose Ever Blooming
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 Saviour
When half spent was the night

O Saviour, Child of Mary
Who felt our human woe
O Saviour, King of glory
Who dost our weakness know
Bring us at length, we pray
To the bright courts of heaven
And to the endless day