Though foul the world where they have their growth,
Unfit the soil, and the climate both,
The blood of Christ does their stains remove;
His power to keep they all daily prove;
As lilies pure are these plants of grace,
Though growing now in so foul a place.
"HE SHALL WIPE AWAY EVERY TEAR"
Every tear that dims the eye,
Or bedews the careworn cheek,