Lo, How A Rose E'er Blooming - Alvin & The Chipmunks

Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung! 
Of Jesse's lineage coming, as men of old have sung.
It came, a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter, 
When half spent was the night.

Isaiah 'twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind; 
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.

This Flower, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air, 
Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere; 
True man, yet very God, from sin and death He saves us, 
And lightens every load.