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Thou the Rose of Sharon,
Let Thy praises roll;
Lily of the valley,
Flower of my soul;
Chiefest of ten thousand,
Round my heart entwine;
I am my Beloved’s,
My belove’d is mine.
Thou the Rose of Sharon,
let Thy praises roll;
Lily of the valley,
Flower of my soul.
Lead me by still waters,
Hold me by the hand;
And upon the mountains
Give me grace to stand;
Wind and storm and fire
Raging, but my choice
Ever is to listen
For Thy still, small voice.
Thou the Rose of Sharon,
let Thy praises roll;
Lily of the valley,
Flower of my soul.
Jesus, Lord and master,
Glorious Nazarene;
Close behind Thy reapers
I would humbly glean:
But Thy grace hath brought me
To Thy house above,
And Thy banner o’er me,
Evermore is Love.
Thou the Rose of Sharon,
let Thy praises roll;
Lily of the valley,
Flower of my soul.
Water cannot quench it,
Floods can never drown;
Substance cannot but it,
Love’s a priceless crown:
Oh, wondrous story,
Mystery divine;
I am my Beloved’s
My Belov’d is mine.
Thou the Rose of Sharon,
let Thy praises roll;
Lily of the valley,
Flower of my soul.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 5 6 5 D and refrain
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Song 2:1;
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Name:
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ROSE OF SHARON
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6 5 6 5 D and refrain
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