by Guest » Sun Mar 13, 2011 12:38 am
Cold December flies away at the rose-red splendor.
April's crowning glory breaks while the whole world wonders at the holy unseen power of the tree which bears the flower.
On the blessed tree blooms the reddest flower, on the tree blooms the rose here in love's own garden, full and strong in glory.
In the hopeless time of sin shadows deep had fallen,
All the world lay under death, eyes were closed in sleeping
But, when all seemed lost in night, came the sun whose golden light brings unending joy,
brings the endless joy of our hope,
highest hope,
of our hope's bright dawning,
Son beloved of heaven.
Cold December flies away at the rose-red splendor.
April's crowning glory breaks while the whole world wonders at the holy unseen power of the tree which bears the flower.
On the blessed tree blooms the reddest flower, on the tree blooms the rose here in love's own garden, full and strong in glory.
In the hopeless time of sin shadows deep had fallen,
All the world lay under death, eyes were closed in sleeping
But, when all seemed lost in night, came the sun whose golden light brings unending joy,
brings the endless joy of our hope,
highest hope,
of our hope's bright dawning,
Son beloved of heaven.
