I bring these pretty flowers,
A fragrant relic of Eden's bowers.
I bring these roses fair
To Him who hears my evening prayer.
I bring to him this pretty rose,
Who died and from the dead arose,
To save us all from all our foes.
These flowers I bring to him of whom it was said,
"I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys."
"By their fruits ye shall know them." This is the present test of character; of men, their teachings and institutions.
Fruit, FRUIT, MORE FRUIT.
Every branch that beareth not
FRUIT
He taketh away; every branch that beareth
FRUIT
He purgeth it, that it may bring forth
MORE FRUIT
"In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea.
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on."
See also Math. 7:30; John 15:5-8, 14, 15.
Repeat in unison the call of Jesus for the children:
"Suffer little children to come unto me and forbid them not for of such is the kingdom of heaven."