Legend Of The Robins Red Breast

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Oh, have you heard this story it happened long ago
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When Christ our blessed Savior was here on earth below
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An echo through the ages from distant Calvary
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I'll tell it to you simply as it was told to me

[Chorus 1]

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It breathes the blessed teaching of God's own holy word
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A lesson taught in meekness by a lowly little bird

[Verse 2]

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When Jesus hung in sorrow our debt of shame to pay
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No one was there to comfort or wipe His tears away
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A little bird flew near Him in sober coat of brown
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And gazed in tender pity then slowly fluttered down

[Verse 3]

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With gentle wings it fanned Him to cool His aching head
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And hovered near His bosom all stained with deepest red
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At last when all was ended as if to morn his loss
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It rose with blood stained feathers and
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circled around the cross

[Verse 4]

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It breathes the blessed teaching of God's own holy word
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A lesson taught in meekness by a lowly little bird

[Verse 5]

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It flew away in sadness and to this day tis said
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It wears upon its bosom that stain of crimson red
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When I shall cross the valley and go to seek my rest
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May I wear like the robin God's sign upon my breast

[Chorus 2]

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It breathes the blessed teaching of God's own holy word
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A lesson taught in meekness by a lowly little bird