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Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung! Of Jese's lineage coming, As men of old have sung. It came a flow'ret bright, Amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night. |
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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. |
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This Flow'r, whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air, Dispels with glorious splendor The darkness ev'rywhere. True man yet very God; From sin and death He saves us, And lightens ev'ry load. |
First upload: November 2, 2003 / Update: Nov 30, 2009 with F200