This text comes from A First Series of Hymns and Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Flower, whose mystic beauty tells of One
Who died for me,
Of earth's blooming children there are none
I love like thee.
Picture thou of Christ's most blessed cross
To gentle, faithful eyes,
Pointing brightly from a world of dross
To yonder skies.
There sweet Jesus reigns, and angels fair
His throne surround;
Blessed saints who bore his cross are there,
With glory crown'd.
Then, my soul, be thou in every hour
To God thy Saviour given,
And be now on earth a Passion-flower,
To bloom in heaven.