1 The lilies of the field,
That quickly fade away.
May well to us a lesson yield,
For we are frail as they.
2 Just like an early rose,
I've seen an infant bloom:
But death, perhaps, before it blows,
Will lay it in the tomb.
3 Then let us think on death,
Though we are young and gay;
For God, who gave our life and breath,
Can take them both away.
3 To God, who made them all,
Let children humbly cry;
And then, whenever death may call,
They'll be prepared to die.
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First Line: | The lilies of the field |
Title: | The Lilies of the field |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1840 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |
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Name: | [The lilies of the field] |
Key: | F Major or modal |
Notes: | Public Domain. |