1 When summer outpours her wealth untold,
And meadows are decked with green and gold,
There cometh an hour to praise and pray,
We call it the Children’s Day.
Refrain:
Sweet flowers are blooming everywhere,
With perfume filling all the air,
While carrolling birds their voices raise
And join in our songs of praise.
2 Yes, gayly the birds sing everywhere,
And flowers bedeck the altar fair,
All made by the one we come to praise,
This sweetest of summer days. [Refrain]
3 Each field is a garden full of bloom,
The rarest may fill this holy room,
Fair lilies as pure as beams of light,
And garlands of roses bright. [Refrain]
Source: Wondrous Love: A Collection of Songs and Services for Sunday Schools #48