A First Series of Hymns and Songs/Sacred Songs/The Passion Flower
11. The Passion Flower.
Flower, whose mystic beauty tells of One
Who died for me,
Of earth's blooming children there are none
I love like thee.
Picture thou of Christ's most blessed cross
To gentle, faithful eyes,
Pointing brightly from a world of dross
To yonder skies.
There sweet Jesus reigns, and angels fair
His throne surround;
Blessed saints who bore his cross are there,
With glory crown'd.
Then, my soul, be thou in every hour
To God thy Saviour given,
And be now on earth a Passion-flower,
To bloom in heaven.