| There blooms a rose in Bethlehem
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| From tender stem hath sprung
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| Of Jesse’s line this flower grows
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| As men of old have sung
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| Isaiah told us long ago
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| About this rose we’d find
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| In virgin arms we shall behold
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| The Savior of mankind
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| The glories of the heavens
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| Surrounded shepherds bright
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| The angels sang, a sign was shown
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| The Christ was born that night
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| What mystery they came upon
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| The sign the heralds laud
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| In manger slept the Holy One
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| In flesh, the Son of God
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| This flower in bloom, a scent so sweet
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| That greets us in the air
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| It has dispelled with hopefulness
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| The sting of death’s despair
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| Foretold, this rose was born to die
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| But would not see decay
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| So those who place their faith in Him
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| Shall blossom from the grave
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| So those who place their faith in Him
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| Shall blossom from the grave |