| Lyrics: | Behold a branch is growing
of lov'liest form and grace,
as prophets sung,
foreknowing;
it springs from Jesse's race
and bears one little flow'r
in midst of
coldest winter,
at deepest midnight hour.
Isaiah hath foretold it
in words of
promise sure,
and Mary's arms enfold it,
a virgin meek and pure.
Thro' God's eternal
will
this child to her is given
at midnight calm and still.
(...)
O savior,
child of Mary,
who felt our human woe;
O savior, king of glory
who dost our weakness
know,
bring us at length, we pray,
to the bright courts of heaven
and to the endless
day. |
