Bittersweet Symphony

Matchless in its glory, the tender little rose
When its petals are broken, its greatest beauty it shows
For sweeter the fragrance of the broken Rose
The most beautiful Rose was broken one day
Nailed to a tree on a hill far away
Forsaken by His friends, bruised by His foes
How sweet is the fragrance of heaven’s sweet Rose
But on the third day, that Rose again did bloom
Now to the heights of heaven, down to the deepest hell
The fragrance of heaven’s Rose continually dwells
The most beautiful Rose was broken one day
Nailed to a tree on a hill far away
Forsaken by His friends, bruised by His foes
How sweet is the fragrance of heaven’s sweet Rose