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 Loved ones are passing each day and each hour passing away as the life of a flower But every bud and each blossom some day Will bloom as the flowers in the Master's bouquet Gathering flowers... Let us be faithful till life's work is done blooming with love till the reaper shall come Then we'll be gathered together for age Transplanted to bloom in the Master's bouquet Gathering flowers...