Flowers, sweet and lowly
flowers, Gems on earth so bright and gay,
Is there nothing you can teach us,
Nothing you to us can say?
“List, and ye shall hear our voices
Speaking to you from the sod;
List, for we would lead you gently
Upwards from the earth to God.
“Children, as ye gaze upon us,
Think of him who, when below,
Told you well to mark the flowers,
How without a care they grow.
“Children, know that like the flowers
You may quickly fade away;
Life is short—improve the hours—
You may only have today.
“We were once but seeds, dear children;
We were placed on earth, and died;
You may die, but trust in Jesus,
Fear not, but in him abide.
“We proclaim the resurrection,
How the dead in Christ shall rise;
Incorruptible, immortal,
They will reign above the skies.
“Farewell, children, and remember,
When our forms shall meet your view,
That the Lord who clothes each flower,
Will much more provide for you.”