Death is an angel sent down from above
Sent for the buds and the flowers we love
Truly `tis so, for in heaven`s own way
Each soul is a flower in the Master`s bouquet
Gathering flowers for the Master`s bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
Forever to bloom in the Master`s bouquet
Let us be faithful till life`s work is done
Blooming with love `til the reaper has come
Then we`ll be gathered together someday
Transplanted to bloom in the Master`s bouquet
