Behold the Lilies!

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Behold the Lilies!

Behold the lilies of the field

How beautiful and fair;

Their fragrance as a breath of heaven

Refreshes all the air.

No sordid labors bow them down,

Nor dull depressing care;

They only tell of God’s great love,

And that is everywhere.

The wings of morning are too slow

To bear us from His sight;

The midnight has no shadows deep

To hide from us His light.

If not a sparrow falls to earth

Unnoticed by His eye,

Will He, our Father and our Friend

Unheeded pass us by?

Shall we not learn from fading flowers⁠—

Frail children of the dust⁠—

To lay our cares before His throne,

And in His mercy trust?

There’s not a care that weighs us down,

Nor blinding tears that fall,

Nor sorrow piercing to the heart

But He beholds them all;

And offers us with tender love,

Mid dangers and alarms,

A refuge for our souls within

His everlasting arms.