Lo, how a Rose ever blooming Lo, how a rose ever blooming From tender stem hath sprung Of Jesse´s lineage coming As men of old have sung
It came a flower bright Amid the cold of winter When half-spent was the night Isaiah it was 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 Gods love aright She bore to men a savior 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? Sees thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous old Far, far unfit to bear the bitter cold? I can scarcely move or draw my breath