harmonized by Michael Praetorius
1. 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 flow'ret bright, Amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night.
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 men a Saviour, When half spent was the night.