THERE is a flower
Which must our admiration claim,
For beauty’s dower,
Soft-blended hues and graceful frame;
The “heart’s-ease” is its pleasing name.
But though this name
Is pretty for a lovely flower,
Yet who can claim
For aught that’s rear’d ‘neath sun and shower,
To give heart’s-ease the precious power?
There is but One —
A Plant of rare renown and worth —
God’s only Son,
And He of heav’n, though once on earth,
Who gives heart’s-ease and holy mirth.
God’s pleasant Plant!
The Flower of fame and virtues rare!
‘Tis He can grant
A soothing balm for ev’ry care,
And fragrance yield beyond compare.
To Him, then, turn.
He calls thee now. The moment seize,
And truly learn
The cure of sin’s severe disease,
And find in Him, indeed, heart’s-ease.