Consider
Consider
The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:
We are as they; 5
Like them we fade away,
As doth a leaf.
Consider
The sparrows of the air of small account:
Our God doth view 10
Whether they fall or mount,—
He guards us too.
Consider
The lilies that do neither spin nor toil,
Yet are most fair: 15
What profits all this care
And all this toil?
Consider
The birds that have no barn nor harvest-weeks;
God gives them food:
Much more our Father seeks
To do us good. 5