DOST THOU NOT CARE?.
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Consider
The lilies that do neither spin nor toil,
Yet are most fair:—
What profits all this care
And all this coil?
The lilies that do neither spin nor toil,
Yet are most fair:—
What profits all this care
And all this coil?
Consider
The birds that have no barn nor harvest- weeks;
God gives them food:—
Much more our Father seeks
To do us good.
The birds that have no barn nor harvest- weeks;
God gives them food:—
Much more our Father seeks
To do us good.
DOST THOU NOT CARE?
I LOVE and love not: Lord, it breaks my heart
To love and not to love.
Thou veiled within Thy glory, gone apart
Into Thy shrine, which is above,
Dost thou not love me, Lord, or care
For this mine ill?—
I love thee here or there,
I will accept thy broken heart, lie still
To love and not to love.
Thou veiled within Thy glory, gone apart
Into Thy shrine, which is above,
Dost thou not love me, Lord, or care
For this mine ill?—
I love thee here or there,
I will accept thy broken heart, lie still
Lord, it was well with me in time gone by
That cometh not again,
When I was fresh and cheerful, who but I?
I fresh, I cheerful: worn with pain
That cometh not again,
When I was fresh and cheerful, who but I?
I fresh, I cheerful: worn with pain
