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What troubled thoughts arise! What fearful dread
Of bankruptcy and death.! Where can we look for help?
Listen we yet again. The lilies breathe
Sweet, restful hope into our fretful souls:
"Why take ye thought for raiment? God hath clothed
The fading flowers, and much more will He clothe
Thee with His own fair robe of righteousness.
One stainless flower hath blossomed; from His death
Thy life-germ is derived, and thou may'st be
Implanted in His kingdom, nurtured, fed,
And bathed in the warm sunlight of His grace,
So thou grow to His likeness, lily-fair,
All perfect through His comeliness, though yet
Though know'st not how, or what, such bliss may be.
Commit thou then thy way unto the Lord,
Trust, too, in Him, who shall bring it to pass;
Appropriate all thankfully His gifts,
For with His life and kingdom they are thine."
Of bankruptcy and death.! Where can we look for help?
Listen we yet again. The lilies breathe
Sweet, restful hope into our fretful souls:
"Why take ye thought for raiment? God hath clothed
The fading flowers, and much more will He clothe
Thee with His own fair robe of righteousness.
One stainless flower hath blossomed; from His death
Thy life-germ is derived, and thou may'st be
Implanted in His kingdom, nurtured, fed,
And bathed in the warm sunlight of His grace,
So thou grow to His likeness, lily-fair,
All perfect through His comeliness, though yet
Though know'st not how, or what, such bliss may be.
Commit thou then thy way unto the Lord,
Trust, too, in Him, who shall bring it to pass;
Appropriate all thankfully His gifts,
For with His life and kingdom they are thine."
Oh! for the quelling of all vague alarms,
For the assurance of a Father's care,
For strong, unfailing comfort in distress,
For the investiture of all that fades
With glowing truth and interest divine,
For happy inspiration, finding here
Earnests of glory yet to be revealed,
Pass we not heedlessly the lilies by,
Let us consider them!
For the assurance of a Father's care,
For strong, unfailing comfort in distress,
For the investiture of all that fades
With glowing truth and interest divine,
For happy inspiration, finding here
Earnests of glory yet to be revealed,
Pass we not heedlessly the lilies by,
Let us consider them!
