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When Jesus Christ was yet a child<br> | When Jesus Christ was yet a child<br> | ||
He had a garden small and wild, | He had a garden small and wild,<br> | ||
Wherein He cherished roses fair,<br> | |||
Wherein He cherished roses fair, | |||
And wove them into garlands there. | And wove them into garlands there. | ||
Now once, as summer time drew nigh,<br> | |||
There came a troop of children by,<br> | |||
And seeing roses on the tree,<br> | |||
With shouts they plucked them merrily.<br> | |||
Do you bind roses in your hair?<br> | |||
They cried, in scorn, to Jesus there,<br> | |||
The Boy said humbly: "Take, I pray,<br> | |||
"All but the naked thorns away."<br> | |||
Do you bind roses in your hair? | |||
They cried, in scorn, to Jesus there, | |||
The Boy said humbly: "Take, I pray, | |||
"All but the naked thorns away." | |||
Red drops of blood like roses sprung. | Then of the thorns they made a crown,<br> | ||
And with rough fingers pressed it down,<br> | |||
Till on His forehead fair and young,<br> | |||
Red drops of blood like roses sprung. | |||
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[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] |
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- Editor: Mark Chapman (submitted 2009-02-07). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 312 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: The Crown of Thorns
Composer: Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SATBB
Genre: Sacred, Sacred song
Language: English
Instruments: A capella
Published: 1883
Description: First published in the composer's collection "Songs for the Young".
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Original text and translations
When Jesus Christ was yet a child
He had a garden small and wild,
Wherein He cherished roses fair,
And wove them into garlands there.
Now once, as summer time 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 naked 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.