Consider the Lilies

Consider the lil­ies—how state­ly they grow!

They toil not

they spin not

no seed do they sow;

Yet they bloom all the sum­mer

so shin­ing and tall

The Fa­ther who loves them takes thought for them all.

Consider the ra­vens—who gives them their food?

Who shel­ters their nest in the storm beat­en wood?

Who guides the young spar­row? who watch­es its fall?

Their Fa­ther in Heav­en takes heed for them all.

Our Fa­ther in Heav­en

Thy child­ren on earth

Than lil­ies or ra­vens Thou hold­est more worth:

O guide us and guard us

be near when we call

Uphold us

en­fold us—we thank Thee for all!