Above: Meadow of Flowers
Text by Reginald Heber (1783-1826)
Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England
When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil;
When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil:
When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and he flood;
In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good.
The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade;
The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade;
The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,
The moon and stars–their Maker’s name in silent pomp display.
Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,
Shall man alone, unthankful, his little praise deny?
No; let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,
Thee, Master, must we always love, and Saviour, honour thee.
The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summers fade,
The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade;
The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree;
But we, in nature’s latest hour, O Lord, will cling to thee!