THE ROSE OF SHARON.* Words and Music by H. R. PALMER. ほ I. There's a Rose that is blooming for you, friend, There's a Rose that is blooming for me; Its perfume is per-vad-ing the world, friend, Its perfume is for you and for me. *Of the many names given to our Saviour, "The Rose of Sharon" is the most beautiful. This little hymn was written on the shores of the Mediterranean, amid the fragrance of ever-blooming roses, and beneath the matchless beauty of Italian skies. Thoughts of the Holy Land on the farther shore, and of the purity and loveliness of the life of our Saviour mingled unconsciously with the surrounding beauty, and took form in this little poem and melody HAIL SACRED MORN. ROBERT L. FLETCHER. I. Hail sa cred morn whose golden light Shed o'er the world its ray; When Christ a-rose from deepest night, And brought the promised day; Our Lord forsakes the dreary tomb, While earth lies still in sleep; He ends the reign of death and gloom, And comforts those who weep, Our Lord forsakes the drear-y tomb, While earth lies still in sleep; He ends the reign of death and gloom, And comforts those who weep. Copyright, 1891, by Robert L. Fletcher. |