Luyện nghe bài hát Lo How A Rose e're Blooming

Lo, How a Rose Blooming
Lo, how a e'er blooming
From tender hath sprung,
Of lineage coming,
As men of old sung.
It came a fl ow'ret
Amid the of winter
When was the night.
'twas foretold it,
This Rose that I in mind.
And Mary we behold it,
The Virgin so sweet and so kind.
To God's love aright,
She bore to men a
half-spent was the night.
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What power art thou who from
Hast made me rise and slow
From beds of everlasting
See'st not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous
old,
Far, far unfi t to the bitter cold?
I can scarcely move or draw my
Let me, let me, let me again to death.