Rich in poetic typology, this hymn has become one of all time my favorites. See how many Old Testament figures you can identify. I'll leave the lyrics below if you want to follow along. I've often thought that no one must have beheld Christ quite like Mary did. So with her, let us give him our full attention and adoration.
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 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.