Scripture Verse

Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Luke 12:27


C. Austin Miles (1868–1946)

Words: J. W. Bar­ker, in The Ser­vice of Praise, ed­it­ed by J. Lin­coln Hall et al. (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1900), num­ber 77, alt.

Music: C. Aus­tin Miles (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Barker’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


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?