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Behold the lilies of the field / How beautiful and fair; / Their fragrance as a breath of heaven / Refreshes all the air.
No sordid labors bow them down, / Nor dull depressing care; / They only tell of God's great love, / And that is everywhere.
The wings of morning are too slow / To bear us from His sight; / The midnight has no shadows deep / To hide from us His light.
If not a sparrow falls to earth / Unnoticed by His eye, / Will He, our Father and our Friend / Unheeded pass us by?
Shall we not learn from fading flowers -- / Frail children of the dust -- / To lay our cares before His throne, / And in His mercy trust?
There's not a care that weighs us down, / Nor blinding tears that fall, / Nor sorrow piercing to the heart / But He beholds them all; / And offers us with tender love, / Mid dangers and alarms, / A refuge for our souls within / His everlasting arms.