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.

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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.

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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?

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