The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.
Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?
Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.