Lo, how a rose e’er blooming

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.

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.

This flow'n whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness er'rywhere.
True man, yet very God;
From sin and death He saves us,
And lightens ev'ry load.

Lo how a rose e’er blooming, Versuri cantece de Craciun in engleza,