The finest of the most preeminent roses
thrives within the chambers of my heart;
positively lovely and superlatively exquisite,
a fragrance only His to impart.
Filling my soul with heavenly spices
and beauty that transcends all splendor,
gracious and refreshing, melodious and pure,
'tis a warming softness, pleasantly remembered.
Gratification blooms in the garden of my rose.
It thrives among the replenished soil therein.
Upheld in majesty, arrayed in glory
is this Spirit of Jesus, my Lord and friend.
I'll sing sweet melodies as I draw near, for
He is the only rose I shall ever know.
To have His pristine presence within my heart
brings joyous hope and love, O', my soul.