[1] Death is an angel sent [4] down from a-[1]-bove
Sent for the buds and the flowers we [5] love
[1] Truly it's so for in [4] heaven's own [1] way
Each soul is a flower in the [5] Master's bou-[1]-quet

[4] Gathering flowers for the [1] Master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will [2maj] never de-[5]-cay
[1] Gathered by angels and [4] carried a-[1]-way
Forever to bloom in the [5] Master's bou-[1]-quet

Loved ones are passing each day and each hour
Passing away as the life of a flower
But every bud and each blossom someday
Will bloom as a flower in the Master's bouquet

Let us be faithful 'til life's work is done
Blooming with love 'til the reaper shall come
Then we'll be gathered together foreh'
Transplanted to bloom in the Master's bouquet