Lyrics There is a Flower - John Rutter , The Choir of Canterbury Cathedral , David Flood

There is a flow'r, sprung of a tree
The root thereof is called a Jesse
A flow'r of rice; there is no such in Paradise
This flow'r is fair, and fresh, and few
It fadeth never, but ever is new
The blessed heart which is true and pure
Unstain'd is never, but as fair is new
A flow'r of grace against all sorrow it is allays
The seed hereof was God as man
That God himself sowed with his hand
In Nazareth, that lowly land
Among his humble home, he laid down
This blessed flow'r sprang never, but in heaven is found
When Gabriel this place did meet
With our fair Maria, he did her greet
Each raiment of all is purest and sweet
As silk from silk, and of man's true tweed
'Till on that day, in Bethlehem it was fed and fed
When that fair flow'r began to swell
And his sweet notes all began to pell
Their rich and pure were all men heard
That ever was heard, this flow'r might spell
'Till kings three that blessed flow'r came to see
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
(When that blessed king, on heaven's part, to welcome was)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
(With flesh and blood, a lowly mite, he came to earth)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
(Awake was he, that from sleep did stay awake)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
(And to the earth from such a flow'r was springing nought)
There is a flow'r, sprung of a tree
The root thereof is called a Jesse
A flow'r of rice; there is no such in Paradise