From: "Nelman, Carl R" 
Performers: Stanley Brothers

Gathering Flowers For The Master's Bouquet 

(G)Death is an angel sent (C)down from a-(G)bove,
sent for the buds of the flowers we (D)love.
(G)Truly it's so, for in (C)heaven's own (G)way,
each soul is a flower in the (D)Master's bou-(G)quet.

(chorus)
(C)Gathering flowers for the (G)Master's bouquet,
beautiful flowers that will never de-(D)cay.
(G)Gathered by angels and (C)carried a-(G)way,
forever to bloom in the (D)Master's bou-(G)quet.


(G)Loved ones are passing each (C)day and each (G)hour,
passing away as the life of a (D)flower.
(G)But every bud will each (C)blossom some (G)day,
will bloom as a flower in the (D)Master's bou-(G)quet.  (chorus)


(G)Let us be faithful till (C)life's work is (G)done,
bloom like a flower till the reaper has (D)come.
(G)Then we'll be gathered to-(C)gether some (G)day,
transplanted to bloom in the (D)Master's bou-(G)quet.  (chorus)

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