Lo How a Rose E'er Blooming
Exultate Choir & Orchestra Lyrics

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