The phrase "The flower" resonates through 11 hymns, touching hearts across generations.
The flower
...Beauty and sweetness to Him we bring.
This is the word that the flowers say,
On this joyous Easter day....
Beauty and sweetness to Him we bring.
This is the word that the flowers say,
On this joyous Easter day.
...We love thy return alway.
The breath of the flowers falls sweet on the air;
It comes like the answer to true fervent prayer....
We love thy return alway.
The breath of the flowers falls sweet on the air;
It comes like the answer to true fervent prayer.
...Where the sun never sets,
And the flowers never fade,
Where no sorrow or death...
Where the sun never sets,
And the flowers never fade,
Where no sorrow or death
...start
O the flowers of summer,
Blooms of every hue,...
start
O the flowers of summer,
Blooms of every hue,
...And when the cold and chilly blast
Shall steal away the flowers,
Shall steal away the flowers,...
And when the cold and chilly blast
Shall steal away the flowers,
Shall steal away the flowers,
...And O, our God, we thank Thee,
We thank Thee for the flowers.
Out in the sunny meadows...
And O, our God, we thank Thee,
We thank Thee for the flowers.
Out in the sunny meadows
...start
Beauteous are the flowers of earth,
Flowers we bring with holy mirth,...
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Beauteous are the flowers of earth,
Flowers we bring with holy mirth,
...And the Root of Jesse blooms.
From the Root the Flower upgroweth,
As the oracle foreshoweth...
And the Root of Jesse blooms.
From the Root the Flower upgroweth,
As the oracle foreshoweth
...It was the garden of the King
Where angels gathered all the flowers
That were His Easter offering...
It was the garden of the King
Where angels gathered all the flowers
That were His Easter offering
...The bud is cropped by martyrdom,
The flower in Heav’n shall blow! *
Firstlings of faith! the murderer’s knife...
The bud is cropped by martyrdom,
The flower in Heav’n shall blow! *
Firstlings of faith! the murderer’s knife
...Man’s days are like the tender grass,
And as the flower he grows.
The flower is withered by the wind...
Man’s days are like the tender grass,
And as the flower he grows.
The flower is withered by the wind
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