Lowland Hum
Lo How a Rose E’er 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 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

This Flower, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere
True man, yet very God
From sin and death He saves us
And lightens every load

O Savior, child of Mary, who felt our human woe
O Savior, 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!