1 Blow, softly blow o’er the hills and vales of Sharon,
Softly blow o’er the restless rolling seas,
Bring from the East Tho’ts of hallowed scenes and pleasures,
Of the rose and lily bending to the balmy breeze.

Refrain:
Rose of Sharon, Lily of the vale;
Ever blooming, ever fresh and fair;
Emblems of truth and of purity we crown thee,
Ever may thy beauty fill the earth with perfume rare.

2 When winter comes and in icy grasp enfolds them,
Where once was life, death in silence hovers o’er,
But in the spring they renew their strength and beauty,
So we too shall rise in him, to live forevermore. [Refrain]

3 Bright as the rose in the dewy morning glist’ning,
And lily fair ever turning t’ward the sun,.
So may our hearts ever list’ning to the Saviour,
Look to him for strength to labor till the day is done. [Refrain]

4 When ev’ning falls and the shades of darkness gather,
O’er all the earth cov’ring rose and lily bright,
Hope on in faith for the dawning of the morning,
Draweth near to drive away the shadows of the night. [Refrain]