Voices of Praise ‎#312

312. 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 Send, 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 House in the sky.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Here, Lord, we offer thee all that is fairest
• Meter: 11s. 10s.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1883
• Topic: For a Flower Service

Tune Information

• Name: CLARE MARKET
• Meter: 11s. 10s.
• Key: A♭ Major