Paroles de 6lo how a rose e'er blooming

Lo, how a rose eer blooming
Lo, how a rose eer blooming
From tender stem hath sprung,
Of jesses lineage coming,
As men of old have sung.
It came a fl owret 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 gods 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?
Seest 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.