to cheer, While we tarry here.
We are little blossoms shining for the Master,
Like a gleaming city on the lofty heights;
While we shine for Jesus, we are helping others,
Unto all around us cheerful little lights.
We are little blossoms; may we shine forever
With our loving Saviour in His garden fair;
By the living waters we shall wither never,
But shall shine in beauty ever over there.
Lyrics Harriet E. Jones
Music J.Howard Entwisle