1 How fair are the lilies, what fragrance they yield,
Unwatch’d and untended by man!
For the Lord gives them beauty to brighten the field,
And the flow’rs are a part of His plan;
Let me never despair
Of His love and His care,
If He thinks of the flow’rs, if on fields He has smil’d,
He will care so much more for a child.
2 There is not a sparrow that cleaves the blue air
Unnoticed by God in its fall,
For He made them, He knows them, they all have His care,
And He loves them altho’ they’re so small;
Let us bless His dear name
Who is always the same,
For He wants us to know that we’re tho’t of above,
And that each little child has His love.
3 The moss grows unseen in the niche of the wall,
But could not be there without God;
And the dewdrops, that find it where rain cannot fall,
He has purposely scattered abroad;
So in my lowly place
I may still feel His grace,
For the dew of His love can e’en come to me there,
And His blessing in answer to prayer.
4 As we in His beautiful image were made,
He loves us beyond all beside;
But it grieved Him when sin caused that image to fade,
And to give the lost beauty He died;
And He now from His throne
Would make us His own,
He is saying with love that is boundless and free,
“Let the little ones come unto Me.”
Source: The Praise Book: for Young People's Societies, Church Prayer Meetings and Sunday Schools #250
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