Relieves when they complain.
3 Behold the lilies of the field:
They toil nor labor know;
Yet royal robes to theirs must yield,
In beauty’s richest glow.
4 That God who hears the raven’s cry,
Who decks the lily’s form,
Will surely all your wants supply,
And shield you in the storm.
5 Seek first his kingdom’s grace to share: