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[Lilies take no care]
“Consider the lilies of the field, how
they grow; they toil not, neither do they
spin: and yet I say unto you, That even
Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed
like one of these.”—Matt. vi. 28, 29.
Lilies take no care
How they are to grow,
How the earth and air
Cause their flowers to blow;
Yet their beauty rare
Makes a goodly show:
Solomon in glory bright
Was not half so fair a sight.
How they are to grow,
How the earth and air
Cause their flowers to blow;
Yet their beauty rare
Makes a goodly show:
Solomon in glory bright
Was not half so fair a sight.
May I therefore lie
Here, and take mine ease,
Trusting so to vie
In growth and grace with these,
And the Master's eye
With holy beauty please?
Have I only just to be
What the earth will make of me?
Here, and take mine ease,
Trusting so to vie
In growth and grace with these,
And the Master's eye
With holy beauty please?
Have I only just to be
What the earth will make of me?
Lilies have no sin
Leading them astray,
No false heart within
That would them bewray,
Nought to tempt them in
Any evil way;
And if canker come and blight,
Nought will ever put them right.
Leading them astray,
No false heart within
That would them bewray,
Nought to tempt them in
Any evil way;
And if canker come and blight,
Nought will ever put them right.
But good and ill, I know,
Are in my being blent;
And good or ill may flow
From mine environment;
And yet the ill, laid low,
May better the event:
Careless lilies, happy ye!
But careless life were death to me.
Are in my being blent;
And good or ill may flow
From mine environment;
And yet the ill, laid low,
May better the event:
Careless lilies, happy ye!
But careless life were death to me.
I must watch and pray,
I must work and war,
I must shun the way
Where temptations are,
And mend, while yet I may,
What sin is fain to mar:
If the lamp I do not trim
Soon it will be fouled and dim.
I must work and war,
I must shun the way
Where temptations are,
And mend, while yet I may,
What sin is fain to mar:
If the lamp I do not trim
Soon it will be fouled and dim.
Yet I will not mope,
Yet I will not fear,
But be filled with hope,
And be of good cheer,
Ready still to cope
With the danger near:
Care, that broods with drooping wing,
Only broods of care will bring.
Yet I will not fear,
But be filled with hope,
And be of good cheer,
Ready still to cope
With the danger near:
Care, that broods with drooping wing,
Only broods of care will bring.
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