God might have made the earth bring forth
Enough for great and small,
The sturdy oak and cedar tree
Without a flower at all.

Beautiful flowers, oh, beautiful flowers.
Smiling so sweetly in sunshine and showers.
Beautiful flowers, oh, beautiful flowers.
Cheering the heart in life's wearisome hours.
Beautiful flowers, oh, beautiful flowers.
Cheering the heart in life's wearisome hours.

Our outward life requires them not,
Then, wherefore had they birth?
To give delight to you and me,
To beautify the earth.

Beautiful flowers, oh, beautiful flowers.
Smiling so sweetly in sunshine and showers.
Beautiful flowers, oh, beautiful flowers.
Cheering the heart in life's wearisome hours.
Beautiful flowers, oh, beautiful flowers.
Cheering the heart in life's wearisome hours.

To comfort man, to whisper hope,
Whene'er his faith is dim.
For whoso careth for the flowers,
Will care much more for Him.

Beautiful flowers, oh, beautiful flowers.
Smiling so sweetly in sunshine and showers.
Beautiful flowers, oh, beautiful flowers.
Cheering the heart in life's wearisome hours.
Beautiful flowers, oh, beautiful flowers.
Cheering the heart in life's wearisome hours.