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 are 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.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
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