Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # There Is A Plant, Of Noble Form And Hue 1. There is a plant, of noble form and hue, From Paradise it came, this royal flower, Born of the breath of God and morning dew, Nurtur'd, and water'd of the heav'nly shower: 'Mid thorns and thistles lily-like it grew, And oped at Christmas in my Lady's bower. 2. A white and ruddy Rose, with rich perfume, As balsam sweet, unto the mouth as honey: 'Tis ay in blossom, in December's gloom, As in July, on cloudy days or sunny: Way-faring men may cull this priceless Bloom, An so they will, for love, and free of money. 3. Jesu, thou art this Rose, of Jesse's stem, The Virgin-born, whose praise my song engages: O for the heav'nly new Hierusalem! Land, free from summer's heat and winter's rages, Where I might eye thee, Babe of Bethlehem, And chaunt thy grace through never-ending ages. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #