The Beauty of Holiness

The sum­mer flow’rs are fair and bright

Bathing them­selves in sun­ny light

Drinking the de

drink­ing the de;

But love­li­er far are those flow’rs that grow

In the good man’s life as he walks be­low;

He basks in the light of heav’n­ly glow

With a heart all pure and whit­er than snow

A Christ­ian true

a Christ­ian true.

Those pre­cious gems of spark­ling hue

Which deck the bro of mon­archs true

Flashing their light

flash­ing their light;

Eclipsed are these all by those gems of grace

Which you e’er in the good man’s life may trace

As he walks by faith

with his hopes ablaze

In the cloud­less light of his Fa­ther’s face

In sweet de­light

in sweet de­light.