Sweet Flowers Are Blooming in God’s Sight

Sweet flow­ers are bloom­ing in God’s sight

Created by His word

Beneath His heav’n of su­nny light

By spring’s quick puls­es stirred.

Through sky blue depths the larks do sing:

Their mu­sic fills the air;

What is it makes their voic­es ring

With glad­ness ev­ery­where?

It is the love of God

I know

His world with joy doth fill;

His birds that sing

His flow­ers that blow

Each of them does His will.

If He is glad when small birds sing

And flow­ers drink the dew

Can I

His child

do any­thing

To bring Him serv­ice too?

I am not wise

nor great

nor strong

But I His will may do;

May love and serve Him all day long

Be in­no­cent and true.

And if to birds and flow­ers His smile

Of love and joy be giv’n

His child shall serve Him all the while

And find that love is Heav’n.