Beauteous Are the Flowers of Earth

Beauteous are the flow­ers of earth

Flowers we bring with ho­ly mirth

Bright and sweet and gay;

Will our Fa­ther deign to own

Gifts we lay be­fore His throne

On this hap­py day?

Yes

He will; for all things bright

Are most pre­cious in His sight

And He loves to see

Children come with flow­ers for Him

Whom the flam­ing se­ra­phim

Worship cease­less­ly.

Yes

He will; for child­ren’s love

Makes this world like Heav­en ab­ove

Where no ev­il reigns

And here all unite to bring

Purest of­fer­ings

and sing

Love’s un­end­ing strains.

Yes

He will; for hearts that turn

To the sick and poor

and learn

How to make them glad

Shine like bea­cons on the strand

Of the far-off

hap­py land

To the lost and sad.

So our low­ly gifts to Thee

Lord of earth and sky and sea

Thou wilt kind­ly take;

Every lit­tle flow­er we bring

Every sim­ple hymn we sing

And not one for­sake.