Lo, how a Rose ever blooming
Lo, how a rose ever blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men of old have sung
It came a flower bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half-spent was the night
Isaiah it was foretold it
This Rose that I have in mind
And with Mary we behold it
The Virgin Mother so sweet and so kind
To show Gods love aright
She bore to men a savior
When half-spent was the night
7 Cold Song
What power art thou who from below
Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow
From beds of everlasting snow?
Sees thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous old
Far, far unfit to bear the bitter cold?
I can scarcely move or draw my breath
Let me, let me, let me freeze again to death
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