Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesus' 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.
"Mary Rose"
David Austen English Roses
Isaiah 'twas foretold it,
The Rose I have in mind,
With Mary we beholding it,
The virgin mother kind.
To show God's love aright
She bore to men a Savior
When half-spent was the night.
This Flow'r 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.
"No Greater Love"
Photograph by Brian Tada
"Lo, How A Rose E'ver Blooming"
Text and Melody
written anonymously in the 16th century
Harmonized by
Michael Praetorius
(1571-1621)
German composer, organist, and music theorist
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