Song of the Lilies

Hark

the li­lies whis­per

Tenderly and low

In our grace and beau­ty

See how fair we grow;

Thus our heav’n­ly Fa­ther

Cares for all be­low.

The lil­ies of the field

The beau­ti­ful lil­ies of the field

Your Fa­ther cares for them

And shall He not care for you?

Hark

the ros­es speak­ing

Telling all abroad

Their sweet

won­drous sto­ry

Of the love of God

In the Rose of Sha­ron

Jesus Christ the Lord.

The ros­es

how they bloom!

The beau­ti­ful roses

how they bloom!

Buttercups and dai­sies

And the vio­lets sweet

Flowers of field and gar­den—

All their voices meet;

And their mak­er’s prais­es

To our souls re­peat.

They sing their mak­er’s praise

The beau­ti­ful flow­ers

how they sing!

Let us

then

be trust­ful

Doubting not

al­though

Much of toil and trou­ble

Be our lot be­low.

Think up­on the lil­ies

See how fair they grow.

The lil­ies of the field

The beau­ti­ful lil­ies of the field;