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A Spotless Rose - David Willcocks
Lyricist:Anonymous
Composer:Herbert Howells
A spotless Rose is blowing
Sprung from a tender root
Of ancient seers' foreshowing
Of Jesse promised fruit
It's fairest bud unfolds to light
Amid the cold
Cold winter
And in the dark midnight
The Rose which I am singing
Where of Isaiah said
Is from it's 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
And in the dark
The Rose which I am singing
Where of Isaiah said
Is from it's 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