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B E C#m7 A2 E Surely what will be He knows

There's a Rose in Beth le hem G#m7 C#m9


F#m7(4) E B7sus B7 For a tear of morning dew
With a beauty quite di vine A B E
G#m7 C#m9 Is rolling down the Rose
Perfect in this world of sin
F#m7(9) A(2) B7sus B7
On this silent holy night C#m7 E A(2)/C# E
Oh, Rose of Bethlehem
F#m7(4) E A Bsus B
E C#m A(2) How lovely, pure, and sweet
There's a fragrance much like hope A(s)/C# E A E/G#
F#m7 E B7sus B7 Born to glorify the Father
That it sends upon the wind F#m7 B7sus B7 E
G#m7 C#m9 Born to wear the thorns for me
Reaching out to every soul
A B E
From a lowly manger's crib

C#m7 E A(2)/C# E
Oh, Rose of Bethlehem
F#m7(4) E Bsus B
How lovely, pure, and sweet
A(s)/C# E A E/G#
Born to glory fy the Father E C#m A(2)
F#m7 B7sus B7 E There's a Rose in Bethlehem
Born to wear the thorns for me F#m7 E B7sus B7
With a beauty quite divine
G#m7 C#m9
Perfect in this world of sin
A B E
On this silent holy night

C#m7 E A(2)/C# E
Oh, Rose of Bethlehem
F#m7(4) E A Bsus B
B E C#m7 A2 E How lovely, pure, and sweet
There's a Rose in Bethlehem A(s) E A E/G#
F#m7(4) E B7sus B7 Born to glorify the Father
Colored red like mercy's blood F#m7 B7sus B7 E
G#m7 C#m9 Born to wear the thorns for me
Tis the flower of our faith
F#m7(9) A(2) B7sus B7
Tis the blossom of God's love

E C#m A(2)
Though its bloom is fresh with youth
F#m7 E B7sus B7
Though its bloom is fresh with
1> youth
There's a Rose in Beth le hem
Surely what will be He knows
With a beauty quite divine
For a tear of morning dew
Perfect in this world of sin
Is rolling down the Rose
On this silent ho~ly night

Oh, Rose of Bethlehem


There's a fragrance much like
hope How lovely, pure, and sweet

That it sends upon the wind Born to glory ~ fy the Father

Reaching out to every soul Born to wear the thorns for me

From a lowly manger's crib

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There's a Rose in Bethlehem
Oh, Rose of Bethlehem
With a beauty quite divine
How lovely, pure, and sweet
Perfect in this world of sin
Born to glory ~ fy the Father
On this silent holy night
Born to wear the thorns for me

Oh, Rose of Bethlehem


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There's a Rose in Bethlehem How lovely, pure, and sweet

Colored red like mercy's blood Born to glory ~ fy the Father

Tis the flo~wer of our faith Born to wear the thorns ~for ~me

Tis the blossom of God's love

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