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The Crown Of Roses - John Rutter lyrics

He had a garden small and wild
Wherein he cherished roses fair
And wove them into garlands there

Now as the summertime drew nigh
There came a troop of children by
And seeing roses on the tree
With shouts they plucked them merrily

"Do you bind roses in your hair?"
They cried in scorn to Jesus there
The boy said humbly "Take I pray
All but the sharpest thorns away"

Then of the thorns they made a crown
And with rough fingers pressed it down
Till on his forehead fair and young
Red drops of blood like roses sprung

He had a garden small and wild
Wherein he cherished roses fair

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