Death is an angel sent down from above

Sent for the buds and the flowers we love

Truly 'tis so, for in heaven's own way

Each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet



   Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet

   Beautiful flowers that will never decay

   Gathered by angels and carried away

   Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet



Let us be faithful till life's work is done

Blooming with love 'til the reaper has come

Then we'll be gathered together someday

Transplanted to bloom in the Master's bouquet