Out of all of the music I have ever sung, this is my favorite Christmas piece. A spotless Rose is blowing, Sprung from a tender root, Of ancient seers foreshowing, Of Jesse promised fruit; Its fairest bud unfolds to light And in the dark midnight, Amid the winter cold, A spotless Rose unfolds. The Rose which I am singing, Whereof Isaiah said, Is from its sweet root springing, In Mary, purest Maid; For, through our Gods great love and might, And in the dark midnight, Amid the winter cold, The blessed Babe she bare.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 18:35:24 +0000