How Fair Are the Lilies

How fair are the li­lies

What frag­rance they yield

Unwatched and un­tend­ed by man!

For the Lord gives them beau­ty

To bright­en the field

And the flow­ers are part of His plan.

Let me nev­er des­pair

Of His love and His care

If He thinks of the flow­ers

If on fields He has smiled

He will care so much more for a child.

There is not a spar­row

That cleaves the blue air

Unnoticed by God in its fall;

For He made them

He knows them

They all have His care

And He loves them al­tho’ they’re so small.

Let us bless His dear name

Who is al­ways the same

For He wants us to know that

We’re thought of above

And that each lit­tle child has His love.

The moss grows un­seen

In the niche of the wall

But could not be there with­out God;

And the dew drops that find it

Where rain can­not fall

He has pur­pose­ly scat­tered abroad;

So in my low­ly place

I may still feel His grace

For the dew of His love

Can e’en come to me there

And His bless­ing in an­swer to pray­er.

As we in His beau­ti­ful

Image were made

He loves us be­yond all be­side;

But it grieved Him when sin

Caused that im­age to fade

And to give the lost beau­ty He died;

And He now from His throne

Would make us His own

He is say­ing with love

That is bound­less and free

Let the lit­tle ones come un­to Me.