Behold A Branch Is Growing



Behold a branch is growing
of lov'liest form and grace
as prophets sung, foreknowing
it springs from Jesse's race
and bears one little flow'r
in midst of coldest winter
at deepest midnight hour

Isaiah hath foretold it
in words of promise sure
and Mary's arms enfold it
a virgin meek and pure
Thro' God's eternal will
this child to her is given
at midnight calm and still

O savior, child of Mary
who felt our human woe
O savior, king of glory
who dost our weakness know
bring us at length, we pray
to the bright courts of heaven
and to the endless day