The fields are always green,
The flowers with fragrance smell,
And as we gaze, we’ll sing His praise,
Who “hath done all things well.”
No taint of sin will mar,
No curse will blight the air,
But joy divine will e’er be mine,
For Jesus will be there.
He will maintain my soul,
Fresh in unfading light;
Where God in love through all above,
Preserves them ever bright.
The Lamb is on the throne,
Who once for sinners died;
And, wondrous sight! in all that light—
We shall be at His side.
Forever with Him there!
Of other hopes bereft,
I’m waiting still, till He fulfill
The tints of nature fade,
Its flowers of short-lived hue;
To-day they’re green, soon are not seen,
But there they’re always new.
Watered by God’s own hand,
First sown by Him in death (Romans 6),
They blossom where, in verdure fair,
They live by Jesus’ breath.
In everlasting life,
The plants of God’s renown,
Shall fragrant be in eternity,
His glory then our own.
E. C.