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.