Lilies of the Field

1. Behold the lilies of the field,
Which bloom around the Master's feet!
Their drooping leaves new fragrance yield,
By Hermon's dew and grateful heat.

2. Behold the sparrows as they fly!
They come ay his command and call;
They seem but specks upon the sky,
And yet he notes them when they fall.

3. Our very hairs he counts with care;
He knows our daily hopes and fears;
When griefs assail and tempests scare,
He notes the mourner's secret tears.

4. Oh! look upon the Lord so near;
Repose beneath the sheltered rock.
The cross he lightens by his cheer;
The wind he tempers to his flock.

Source: Hymns and Devotions for Daily Worship #318