Tag: Christmas
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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 flow’ret bright, Amid the cold of winter, When half spent was the night. Isaiah ‘twas foretold it, The Rose I have in mind, With Mary we behold it, The Virgin…
