We pick the Whitsun roses,
Effuse blossoms of pink,
And white, and red.
We offer them upon the altar
At this Feast of Pentecost.
Abundant sacred outpouring
Of Spirit's flames and words
Burst forth in glorious show,
Like flower heads of peonies
Upon the bush.
We pick the Whitsun roses
And offer them upon the altar
Of the Holy Spirit's love.