1 To sunny fields and shaded nooks,
The flowers add their tinted faces;
The dusty roads and rippling brooks
The flowers fringe in dainty laces.
Thro’ storm and gale, thro’ sultry day;
The flowers wave or meekly stand;
On mountain side, by turbid bay,
Whate’er may be their God’s command,
The flowers lift their heads and say—

Refrain:
We live to show the hand that made us,
We know no evil shall await us,
We praise our great Creator’s glory,
We love to tell the wond’rous, wond’rous story.

2 In time of sunshine or of cloud,
Let children emulate the flower;
O’er duties hard and pleasures loud,
Let love of Jesus ever tower.
Thro’ storms of life, that time may bring;
Abide the wisdom of His will,
Rest ‘neath the shadow of His wing;
Your cup of joy shall know its fill,
When from experience you can sing. [Refrain]