Flower Song

1 From meadow, and from garden
We cull the flow'rs of earth,
And bring them to the footstool
Of him who gave them birth.
That by their gentle fragrance,
Their colors pure and bright,
They may show forth the praises
Of Christ, our Lord and Light.

2 Yet for a tend'rer service
These flow'rets we prepare;
For worn and weary suff'rers
As tokens of God's care.
As messengers of comfort,
When faith and hope are dim,
For he who clothes the lilies,
Bids them still trust in him.

3 These earthly flow'rs fading
Yet are they emblems sweet
Of everlasting flowers,
For heaven's high service meet;
Of love, and hope, and patience,
Of faith, and joyful praise;
Oh, Saviour, make their fragrance ours
E'en in our youthful days.

Source: Junior Songs: a collection of sacred hymns and songs; for use in meetings of junior societies, Sunday Schools, etc. #140