Praetorius Lo, how a rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung Of Jesse's lineage coming As one of old have sung. It came, a floweret 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. It came, a floweret bright Amid the cold of winter When half spent was the night. To show God's love aright She bore to us a Saviour When half spent was the night. Oh, flower whose fragrance tender With sweetness fills the air Dispel in glorious splendor The darkness everywhere True man yet very god From sin and death now save us And share our every load