Consider the lilies,
Ye sons of despair;
Consider the lilies,
Ye daughters of care,
And from them instruction receive:
Though fragile and feeble,
Yet, see how they grow,
"They toil not, they spin not,"
Nor care do they know,
But, kept by their Maker, they live.
Consider the lilies!
To them ever give
Attention and study—
They'll teach you to live,
The secret of peace they will show;
Then, ye from distresses
And cares shall be free,
Like them ye shall flourish,
Though lowly ye be,
Like them, ye in vigour shall grow.
