THE LILIES.
Our Saviour's precious lilies
Grew, lovely, at His feet;
Oh would that we could blossom
As beautiful and sweet!
Blooming, blooming everywhere,
Each of priceless worth,
So He bids us scatter
Over all the earth.
(As the last four lines are given, let the roses join with the lilies in recitation, waving their flowers, and scattering them abroad, if this is feasible.)