1 Fair were the roses that grew where He trod,
Our rose of Sharon, the dear Son of God.
Chorus:
Fair Rose of Sharon Thy name now confessing,
We bow here before Thee and own Thee as King,
Come in Thy glory and bring each a blessing,
O Rose of Sharon, Saviour divine,
Whose praise we forever shall sing.
2 Pure in their fragrance, yet purer is He,
Who came from heaven, our Saviour to be. [Chorus]
3 O may we love Him, than all else beside,
O may we trust Him, whate’er may betide. [Chorus]
Source: Gloria in Excelsis #53