| There’s a Rose in Bethlehem
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| With a beauty quite divine
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| Perfect in this world of sin
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| On this silent, holy night
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| There’s a fragrance much like hope
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| That it sends upon the wind
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| Reaching out to every soul
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| From a lowly manger’s crib
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| Oh, Rose of Bethlehem
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| How lovely, pure and sweet
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| Born to glorify the Father
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| Born to wear the thorns for me
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| There’s a Rose in Bethlehem
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| Colored red like mercy’s blood
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| Tis the flower of our faith
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| Tis the blossom of God’s love
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| Though its bloom is fresh with youth
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| Surely what will be He knows
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| For a tear of morning dew
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| Is rolling down the Rose
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| There’s a Rose in Bethlehem
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| With a beauty quite divine
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| Perfect in this world of sin
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| On this silent, holy night |