Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: From ever stormy wind that blows
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: LM
Tune: Mercy Seat
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 116, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThis earth hath many a pleasant sweet,
Hath many beauteous flowers,
Which spread their tribute at our feet,
And scent the gladsome hours.
The angry thistle threatens wrath
To man from Eden driven;
But these bright flowers about our path
Whisper of grace and heaven,
Whisper of grace and heaven,
Whisper of grace and heaven
But these bright flowers about our path
Whisper of grace and heaven.
They tell us of our Father's love,
Our Father's bounteous care;
And point us to that land above -
Unfading flowers are there.
The flowers of earth but bloom to die,
And lose their rich perfume;
But those sweet flowers beyond the sky
For evermore shall bloom.
O give us, Lord, a cheerful mind
To joy in all thy ways;
That we in every flower may find
Some grateful song of praise:
That as to heaven the moments flee,
Their record there to trace,
Thine own pure eyes well pleased may see
In us the flowers of grace.