Lyrics

Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As those of old have sung
It came, a flow'ret bright
When half-spent was the night
Isaiah was foretold it
The rose I have in mind
With Mary we behold it
The virgin mother kind
To show God's love aright
When half-spent was the night
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Written by: Kevin Saunders Hayes
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