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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
Amid the cold of
When was the night.
Isaiah foretold it,
Rose that I have in mind.
And Mary we behold it,
The Virgin Mother so and so kind.
To God's love aright,
She to men a Saviour
When was the night.
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What power art thou who below
Hast made me rise and slow
From beds of everlasting
thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous
old,
Far, far unfi t to bear the bitter
I can scarcely move or my breath:
Let me, let me, let me again to death.