And when our Saviour, from the grave,
Had asked his friends for meat,
He ate the honey-comb they gave;
And showed his hands and feet.
This volume of his will revealed
I here can read within,
“Behold the lilies of the field—
They neither toil nor spin!”
And yet the king “was not arrayed
In glory, like to them;”
Their Maker’s power is so displayed
In flower and leaf and stem.
And he sat on the mountain’s side,
Who spake these blessed words,
Before him flowery fields spread wide—
Around were trees and birds.
The fleecy flocks, that sport so free
On hill and valley deep,
I love to watch: and here I see
’T is written, “Feed my sheep.”
For thus I seem to keep in view,
And feel how near I am
To that dear friend of children, who
Has named himself the Lamb.
[THE HOARY HEAD.]
“The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.”