The Flowers Slowly Awaken

1 The flowers slowly awaken
And open their tender eyes,
While bird are joyfully singing
And soaring toward the skies.

2 The birds are joyfully singing
And greeting the glooming spring;
They sing the same in their gladness
But each with its own sweet ring.

3 They sing the same in their gladness
And never they tire thereof;
No one an measure creation
And cease to admire God's love.

4 No one can measure creation
And fully His love explain;
But man must joyfully marvel
When spring is abroad again.

5 But man must joyfully marvel
And open his heart in song:
The day when spring is eternal
Will surely arrive ere long.

6 the day when spring is eternal
Us promised our Savior dear,
We therefore sing and are joyful
Until that great day is here.

Source: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #363