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  • CPDL #30857:     
Editor: Thurlow Weed (submitted 2013-12-27).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 30 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Text translation by Hugh Keyte & Andrew Parrott, as found in the Oxford Book of Carols, Oxford University Press 1985, ISBN 0193533154.
MP3 recording December 24, 2013; choir of St John's Episcopal Church, Lancaster, Ohio. Sung as part pre-service choral offering prior to midnight Mass. Katherine Heim, choirmaster; the composer is organist.

General Information

Title: Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
Composer: Thurlow Weed

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredCarol

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

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Original text and translations

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Of Jesse’s line descending,
By ancient sibyls sung,
With thornless branch extended,
From noble root newsprung
A rose doth bear a Flower
All in the cold midwinter
And at the midnight hour.

That flower of ancient splendour
Of which Isaiah spake,
Mary the Rosebranch tender
Puts forth for mankind’s sake;
Obedient to God’s will,
A little child she bears us,
Yet is a maiden still.

The frozen air perfuming
That tiny Bloom doth swell;
Its rays, the night illumining
The darkness quite dispel.
O Flower beyond compare,
Bloom in our hearts’ midwinter,
Restore the springtime there!