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.