F Bb F C Dm Bb F C Dm C F Lo, how a rose e’er bloom-ing From ten-der stem hath sprung, F Bb F C Dm Bb F C Dm C F Of Jesse’s lin-eage com-ing As men of old have sung. F Gm Am F G C It came, a flower-et bright, C F Bb F C D Gm F Gm F C F Amid the cold of win-ter When half spent was the night.