O the Flowers of Summer

O the flow­ers of sum­mer

Blooms of ev­ery hue

Take each one as com­ing

Straight from God to you;

Telling won­drous sec­rets

Of His pow­er and love

Wearing still the bright­ness

Of the home ab­ove.

Flowers of sum­mer

an­gel like are they;

Hear the mes­sage which they bring to­day;

He who curbs the ocean’s migh­ty pow­er

Painted ev­ery leaf and flow­er.

Just as earth’s cre­ation

Showed the might of God

So does ev­ery flow­er­et

Springing from the sod;

He who guides the star worlds

Curbs the ocean’s pow­er

With the same hand paint­eth

Every leaf and flow­er.

Touch those sweet flow­ers gent­ly

So di­vine­ly dressed

They are

in earth’s lang­uage

Thoughts of God ex­pressed.

Thoughts of heav’n­ly glo­ry—

Sweetness

pur­ity

Must not He who framed them

Wholly love­ly be?