A spotless Rose
Howells Herbert
A spotless Rose is blowing
Sprung from a tender root,
Of ancient seers’ foreshowing,
Of Jesse promised fruit;
Its fairest bud unfolds to light
Amid the cold, cold winter
And in the dark midnight.
The Rose which I am singing,
Whereof Isaiah said,
Is from its sweet root springing
In Mary, purest Maid;
For through our God’s great love and might
The blessed babe she bare us
In a cold, cold winter’s night.
14th Century
Notes:
Herbert Howells (1892-1983) Pupil of Brewer, the organist of Gloucester Cathedral he later studied at the Royal College of Music. He succeeded Holst in 1934 as director of music at St, Paul's Girls' School.Other songs by this Composer:
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