Sting Lo How a Rose E'er Blooming song lyrics

Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming

Lo, how a rose e'er blooming

From tender stem hath sprung,

Of Jesse's lineage coming,

As men of old have sung.

It came a fl ow'ret bright

Amid the cold of winter

When half-spent was the night.

Isaiah 'twas foretold it,

This Rose that I have in mind.

And with Mary we behold it,

The Virgin Mother so sweet and so kind.

To show God's love aright,

She bore to men a Saviour

When half-spent was the night.

7 Cold Song

What power art thou who from below

Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow

From beds of everlasting snow?

See'st thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous

old,

Far, far unfi t to bear the bitter cold?

I can scarcely move or draw my breath:

Let me, let me, let me freeze again to death.