[Verse 1]
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
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night

[Verse 2]
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 us a Savior
When half spent was the night