Lilies of the Field

Verse 1

Behold the lilies of the field, Which bloom around the Master's feet! Their drooping leaves new fragrance yield, By Hermon's dew and grateful heat.

Verse 2

Behold the sparrows as they fly! They come ay his command and call; They seem but specks upon the sky, And yet he notes them when they fall.

Verse 3

Our very hairs he counts with care; He knows our daily hopes and fears; When griefs assail and tempests scare, He notes the mourner's secret tears.

Verse 4

Oh! look upon the Lord so near; Repose beneath the sheltered rock. The cross he lightens by his cheer; The wind he tempers to his flock.