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1. Lo, how a rose e’er blooming 

from tender stem hath sprung!

From Jesse’s lineage coming, 

as seers of old have sung.

It came a flow’ret bright

amid the cold of winter, 

when halfspent was the night.

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2. Isaiah ’twas foretold it,

the Rose I have in mind.

With Mary we behold it, 

the virgin mother kind.

To show God’s love aright,

she bore to men a Savior,

when halfspent was the night.

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tender stem

seers of old

halfspent was the