Johannes Brahams - Theodore Baker
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 wasthe night.
This Flow'r, whose fragrance tender with sweetness ﬁlls the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness ev'rywhere.
True man, yet God; from sin and death He saves us,
And lightens ev’ry load.