Like Flowers That Bloom

O joy­ful life

to live for God

To feel His pre­sence near;

To feed up­on His pre­cious Word

And seek His face in pray­er;

To count it joy to be un­known

Unseen by mor­tal eye

Like flow­ers that bloom for Him alone

Where none but God is nigh.

My Sav­ior

grant this grace to me

That I for Thee may live

And whol­ly give my­self to Thee

As Thou for me didst give;

Deliver me from love of praise

Man’s flat­te­ry or his fear;

Thy glo­ry keep be­fore my gaze

That naught may charm me here.

In all I do

be this my thought

My Mas­ter’s smile to gain;

All earth­ly hon­or count as naught

And naught all earth­ly pain;

O be Thou near when morn­ing breaks

To fill my soul with praise;

And as the sun his cir­cuit makes

Shed light on all my ways.

O be Thou near at ev­en­tide

When night is draw­ing nigh

That peace may in my heart abide

Though dark­ness veil the sky;

And when my task on earth is done

O may I die to Thee

And live where flow­ers im­mor­tal bloom

Through all eter­ni­ty.