Consider The lilies of the field, whose bloom is brief -- We are as they; Like them we fade away, As doth a leaf. Consider The sparrows of the air, of small account: Our God doth view Whether they fall or mount -- He guards us too. Consider The lilies, that do neither spin nor toil, Yet are most fair -- What profits all this care, And all this coil? Consider The birds, that have no barn nor harvest-weeks; God gives them food -- Much more our Father seeks To do us good. |