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Lo, How a Rose E'er
Lo, how a rose blooming
From tender stem sprung,
Of Jesse's coming,
As men of old sung.
It came a fl ow'ret
the cold of winter
When was the night.
'twas foretold it,
This that I have in mind.
And with Mary we it,
The Mother so sweet and so kind.
To show God's aright,
She to men a Saviour
half-spent was the night.
7 Cold
What power art who from below
Hast made me rise and slow
From beds of everlasting
See'st thou not how stiff, how stiff and
old,
Far, far t to bear the bitter cold?
I can move or draw my breath:
Let me, let me, let me freeze to death.