All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. Isaiah 40:6
Words: Abel G. Blunt, 1879. This hymn was written for a Flower Service at St. Luke’s in Chelsea, England.
Music: Blumen Uzziah C. Burnap, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Blunt (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest,
Bloom from the garden, and flowers from the field;
Gifts for the stricken ones, knowing Thou carest
More for the love than the wealth that we yield.
Send, Lord, by these to the sick and the dying,
Speak to their hearts with a message of peace;
Comfort the sad, who in weakness are lying,
Grant the departing a gentle release.
Raise, Lord, to health
Those again who have sickened,
Fair be their lives as the roses in bloom;
Give of Thy grace to the souls Thou hast quickened,
Gladness for sorrow, and brightness for gloom.
We, Lord, like flowers,
Must bloom and must wither;
We, like these blooms, must fade and must die;
Gather us, Lord, to Thy bosom forever,
Grant us a place in Thy house in the sky.