They Speak No Word

They speak no word that can be heard,
The flowers sweet and fair;
Yet as they grow and joy bestow,
God’s love they all declare.

Each flower tells the story
Of God’s great love and glory;
Roses, daisies, violets blue,
All repeat the story true,
God is love, our God is love;
each flower tells the story,
God is love, our God is love;
Each flower tells the story.

Each flower face is full of grace
In thees bright summer days,
in gardens rare, or wild or fair,
Beside the common ways. [Refrain]

So children here the world may cheer,
No matter where thy dwell;
Be kind and true, God’s errands do,
His love to others tell. [Refrain]