1 See the lilies, how they grow,
Ne’er was king apparelled so,
Never yet was vocal tune
Like their melodies of June.
Yet they neither toil nor spin,
God’s good care they flourish in.
All our faithlessness He quells,
In these summer bridal bells.
2 God, who clothes the lilies white,
In their music has delight,
Heeds their pure and whispered chimes,
Listens to their silent rhymes,
From their lowly belfries rise,
Hymns that touch the open skies.
Majesty with meekness dwells,
In the valley’s lily bells.
3 So would we, in fragrant stoles,
Raise to God our simple souls,
Knowing well that He desires
White-clad hearts to join His choirs.
Not the loudest, but the pure
Songs, of Heaven’s ear are sure.
Surely this the lily tells
In its peal of happy bells.
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