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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! | |||
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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're blooming
Composer: Thurlow Weed
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
Published: 2013
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Original text and translations
English text
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!