Brightest flowers are ever blooming
In the garden of our Lord;
Buds of Hope and beauty springing
From the deepness of His Word.
Barren thoughts grow strong and fruitful
Where the Truth is sown in Love;
And the dews of Heaven descending,
Bring rich blessing from above.
Brightest flowers are ever blooming
In eternal Mind—our King:
Every bud shall come to blossom,
Yea, the wilderness shall sing.
Sweet the incense—bright the glory,
Now revealed within the Word;
Christian Science, true and Holy,
Bringing us in Peace to God.
