Luyện nghe bài hát 6Lo How a Rose E'er Blooming

Lo, How a Rose Eer
Lo, how a rose eer
From tender hath sprung,
Of Jesses coming,
As men of old sung.
It came a fl bright
Amid the of winter
When was the night.
Isaiah twas it,
This Rose I have in mind.
And with we behold it,
The Mother so sweet and so kind.
To show Gods aright,
She to men a Saviour
half-spent was the night.
7 Cold
What power art thou who below
Hast made me unwillingly and slow
From beds of everlasting
Seest thou not how stiff, how and wondrous
old,
Far, far unfi t to the bitter cold?
I can scarcely or draw my breath:
Let me, let me, let me again to death.