1 Fair were the roses that grew where He trod,
Our rose of Sharon, the dear Son of God.
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