627. Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest

1 Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest,
Bloom from the garden, and flowers from the field,
Gifts for the stricken ones, knowing Thou carest
More for the love than the wealth that we yield.

2 Speak, Lord, by these to the sick and the dying;
Speak to their hearts with a message of peace;
Comfort the sad, who in weakness are lying;
Grant the departing a gentle release.

3 Raise, Lord, to health again those who have sickened,
Fair be their lives as the roses in bloom;
Give of Thy grace to the souls Thou hast quickened,
Gladness for sorrow and brightness for gloom.

4 We, Lord, like flowers, must bloom and must wither;
We, like these blossoms, must fade and must die;
Gather us, Lord, to Thy bosom for ever,
Grant us a place in Thy home in the sky.

Text Information
First Line: Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest
Author: A. G. W. Blunt, 1827-1902
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: Flowers: Blooming; Seasons and Ordinances; Flowers: Service
Tune Information
Name: EPIPHANY
Composer: J. F. Thrupp, 1827-1867
Meter: 11.10.11.10
Key: E Major



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