1 Twine your blossoms, wreathe your garlands,
Let the whole glad world rejoice
In its sunshine, in its glory;
Lift in song each happy voice.
Hail to the Children’s Day,
Hail to the Children’s Day;
Sunbeams and blossoms brightly are blooming,
Hail to the Children’s Day.
2 Roses, in their fragrant beauty,
With the snowy lilies wreathe;
Sweetest truths the blossoms teach us,
Lessons of God’s love they breathe. [Refrain]
3 Lift your hearts, in glad thanksgiving,
Unto him who gives the flow’rs,
Golden sunshine, summer beauty,
And the Children’s Day’s glad hours. [Refrain]Source: The Service of Praise #192