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