Lo, how a Rose e’re blooming from tender stem hath sprung / Of Jesse’s lineage coming as men of old have sung / It came, a floweret bright / Amid the cold of winter, when half spent was the night.
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation! O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation! All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near. Praise Him in glad adoration.
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