Lo, the lilies of the field!

How their leaves instruction yield!

Hark to nature’s lesson given

By the blessed birds of heaven!

Every bush and tufted tree

Warbles trust and piety:—

Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow,

God provideth for the morrow.

One there lives, whose guardian eye

Guides our earthly destiny;

One there lives, who, Lord of all,

Keeps His children lest they fall:

Pass we, then, in love and praise,

Trusting Him through all our days,

Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,—

God provideth for the morrow.