1 God takes care of the roses,
No matter where they grow;
The sun and rain o’er earth’s domain,
He freely doth bestow.
God hath number’d His roses
Wherever they may be;
He knows each bow’r, He knows each flow’r,
An all-wise Father He.

Chorus:
God takes care of the roses
Whatever may attend,
He knows each bow’r, He knows each flow’r,
The children’s blessed Friend.

2 God takes care of the roses
From winter’s icy blast,
The snow doth warm, shields them from harm
Until the cold is past;
Then when springtime awakens
The flow’rs are soon in bloom,
Rich is their hue, so fair to view,
The sweetest of perfume. [Chorus]

3 God takes care of the children,
They are His roses too,
The homes are bow’rs, the children, flow’rs,
The parents gard’ners true.
God gives parents His counsel,
Such as are strong in pray’r,
And children who live pure and true,
Like roses bloom so fair. [Chorus]