"Lo, How a Rose e're Blooming" by Charlotte Church

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 light. 

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 Saviour, 
When half spent was the night. 

O flow'r, whose fragrance tender

With sweetness fills the air, 
Dispel in glorious splendour 
The darkness ev'ry where. 

True man, yet very God,

From sin and death now save us, 
And share our ev're load.