1 Now found is the fairest of roses,
'Mongst briars it sweetly reposes;
My Jesus so precious and holy
Abode among sinners so lowly.
2 Since man his Creator deserted
And wholly His image perverted,
The world like a desert was lying
And all in transgression were dying.
3 But God, as His promise had granted,
A Rose in the desert has planted,
Which now is with sweetness endowing
The race that in evil was growing.
4 All men should with gladness forever
Give praises to God for His favor,
But many have ne’er comprehended:
The Rose to the world has descended.
5 Ye sinners, perverse and proud-minded,
Whose souls in transgressions are blinded,
Why are ye so prideful in spirit
And trust in your self-righteous merit.
6 Oh, seek ye the places most lowly
And weep before Jesus the Holy,
Then gain ye His sweetness for malice,
For roses grow fairest in valleys.
7 My Jesus, Thou ever remainest
My glory and crown, who sustainest
My heart in the fulness of pleasure;
Thy sweetness alone I will treasure.
8 The world may of all things bereave me,
Its thorns may annoy and aggrieve me,
The foe may afflictions engender,
My Rose I will never surrender.
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First Line: | Now found is the fairest of roses |
Title: | Now Found Is The Fairest Of Roses |
Author: | H. A. Brorson |
Meter: | 9, 9, 9, 9. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1927 |
Topic: | Christmas |
Notes: | Danish first line: Den yndigste Rose en funden; Translator: J. C. Aaberg |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [Now found is the fairest of roses] |
Meter: | 9, 9, 9, 9. |
Key: | F Major |
Source: | 1542 |