Roses and lilies are the type

Of him who from above,

The lamb of God, gave up his life,

A sacrifice of love.

He was her hope in those sad hours

Of blight and sure decay;

The sin that drove her from her flowers

His blood could wash away.

COME UNTO ME

"Come unto me!" Ah, gentlest word

E'er breathed in human ear!

"I am thy Savior and thy Lord;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear.

"Come unto me in sorrow's hour

When life seems dark and drear;

I'll shield thee from the tempter's power;

Dear child, thou need'st not fear.

"Come unto me when hopes have flown

Like leaves wind-swept and sere,

When every joy thou may'st bemoan;

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