Tis Human Actions Paint The Chart Of

While Rose-buds Scarcely Show'd Their Hue, But Coyly Linger'd On The Thorn.

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.

Dark-green And Gemm'd With Flowers Of Snow, With Close Uncrowded Branches Spread Not Proudly High, Nor Meanly Low, A Graceful Myrtle Rear'd Its Head.

There Is A Flower, A Little Flower With Silver Crest And Golden Eye, That Welcomes Every Changing Hour, And Weathers Every Sky.

Baptize The Nations! Far And Nigh,the Triumphs Of The Cross Recordthe Name Of Jesus Glorify,till Every People Call Him Lord.