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 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 us a Savior,
When
half spent was the night.
~ 15th century German carol, Es ist ein Ros'
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