Worship: January 2nd, 2022

Lo, How a Rose is Growing

Lo, how a rose is growing,
A bloom of finest grace;
The prophets had foretold it:
A branch of Jesse’s race
Would bear one perfect flow’r
Here in the cold of winter
And darkest midnight hour.

The rose of which I’m singing,
Isaiah had foretold.
He came to us through Mary
Who sheltered him from cold.
Through God’s eternal will
This child to us was given
At midnight calm and still.

The shepherds heard the story
The angels sang that night:
How Christ was born of Mary;
He was the Son of light.
To Bethlehem they ran
To find him in the manger
As angel heralds sang.

This flow’r, so small and tender,
With fragrance fills the air;
His brightness ends the darkness
That kept the earth in fear.
True God and yet true man,
He came to save his people
From earth’s dark night of sin.

O Savior, child of Mary,
Who felt all human woe;
O Savior, king of glory,
Who triumphed o’er our foe:
Bring us at length, we pray,
To the bright courts of heaven
And into endless day.