Unfold In Beauty Flowers Of Spring

Unfold in beauty, flowers of spring,
Unto your Maker’s praise,
Whose breath is in the soft, south wing,
Who sends the sunny days,
And let the sparkling, rippling rill
Till, as it onward flows,
Our God is great, our God is good;
His hand all good bestows.

The Lord is good, is good to all;
His tender mercies see;
In all his works, in all his ways,
Praise him eternally!

Oh, sing his praise, dear, happy birds,
And warble to his love,
Who clothes the trees with summer green,
Who lights the skies above;
The orchard bloom, the pasture’s smile,
The riches of the field,
Show forth the glory of our God,
And glad thanksgiving yield. [Refrain]

The mighty waves, the wintry gale,
The snowflakes pure and white,
All bear their part in that grand hymn
In which his works unite;
Much more, dear Lord, shall human lips
And ransomed lives agree,
Ascribing wisdom, power, and might,
And glory unto thee. [Refrain]