
Isaiah 11:1
©️2020 by Gloria M. Chang
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 mother kind;
To show God’s love aright,
She bore to men a Savior,
When half spent was the night.
O Flower, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispel with glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere;
True man, yet very God,
From sin and death now save us,
And share our every load.
Traditional German carol (1599), translated by Theodore Baker (1894).
Verse 3 by Friedrich Layritz (1844), translated by Harriet R. Krauth (1875).
Beautiful old hymn chant for Advent/Christmas both.
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Yes, and it’s the first harp piece in our video, Advent at Our Mary Garden.
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