Lo how a rose e’er blooming, from tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse’s lineage coming, as prophets long 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 us a Savior, when half-spent was the night.
O Flow’r, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air. Dispel in glorious splendor the darkness ev’ry-where: True man, yet very God, from sin and death now save us, and share our ev’ry load.
SISTERS OF REPARATION
"Whatsoever you do, do it from the heart, as to the Lord, and not to men: Knowing that you shall receive of the Lord the reward of inheritance. Serve ye the Lord Christ" Colossians 3:23-24.