lo, how a rose e'er blooming

lo, how a rose e’er blooming
   where nothing but a stump was,
all life, hope, joy subsuming,
   all sin and death consuming
      amat, amant, amas 

one rose our life enhances
   a humble child among us
our welfare he advances
   despite our circumstances
      amo, amat, amamus 

and so, we band together
   to spare each soul from want,
entwined we are,
   through love endure,
      amamus et amant 

Liz McFadzean