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
Words and music by Lowell Alexander
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