Sunday, 6 November 2016

On dear Jesus' gentle breast

From the realm of fragrant flowers—
From the land of golden Bowers—
Where the fairest roses bloom,
Wafting forth their rich perfume—

Come we here to add our mite
To the cause of Truth and Right;
With our influence to bless
Those who seek for happiness.

Meekly as a little dove,
Do we come to teach you love;
And to guide you to our skies,
To our sunny Paradise.

Christ—the Meek and Lowly Man—
Bids us all do what we can
To bring back the darkened soul
To his all-expansive Fold!

Faithfully shall we pursue
What our hands now find to do,
That we all may closer rest,
On dear Jesus' gentle breast.