Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Sweetness Fills the Air


Lo, how a rose e're blooming,
From tender stem hath sprung!
of Jesse's linage coming
As men of old have sung.

If 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.

This flow'r whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness ev'rywhere.

True man, yet very God,
From sin and death He saves us.
And lightens ev'ry load.

~Praetorius


One of my favorite carols...


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