Rose Of Bethlehem

There's a Rose in Bethlehem

With a beauty quite divine

Perfect in this world of sin

On this silent holy night



There's a fragrance much like hope

That it sends upon the wind

Reaching out to every soul

From a lowly manger's crib



Oh, Rose of Bethlehem

How lovely, pure, and sweet

Born to glorify the Father

Born to wear the thorns for me



There's a Rose in Bethlehem

Colored red like mercy's blood

Tis the flower of our faith

Tis the blossom of God's love



Though its bloom is fresh with youth

Surely what will be He knows

For a tear of morning dew

Is rolling down the Rose



Oh, Rose of Bethlehem

How lovely, pure, and sweet

Born to glorify the Father

Born to wear the thorns for me



There's a Rose in Bethlehem

With a beauty quite divine

Perfect in this world of sin

On this silent holy night



Oh, Rose of Bethlehem

How lovely, pure, and sweet

Born to glorify the Father

Born to wear the thorns for me