Flowers for the Master's Bouquet Misc. Gospel
[Bb] Death is an angel sent [E] down from a-[Bb] bove ...
Sent for the buds and the [C#] flowers we [F#] love ...
[Bb] Truly, 'tis so for in [E] heaven's own [Bb] way ...
Each soul is a flower in the [F#] Master's Bou-[Bb] quet.
[E] Gathering flowers for the [Bb] Master's Bouquet ...
Beautiful flowers that will [C#] never de-[F#] cay ...
[Bb] Gathered by angels and [E] carried a-[Bb] way ...
Forever to bloom in the [F#] Master's Bou-[Bb] quet.
Loved ones are passing each day and each hour
Passing away as the life of a flower
But ev'ry bud and each blossom some day
Will bloom as a flower in the Master's Bouquet.
Let us be faithful till life's work is done
Blooming with love till the reaper shall come
Then we'll be gathered together for, (*Ay)
Transplanted to bloom in the Master's Bouquet.
*Note. (*Ay); variant of Aye; to express surprise.