Consider well the lilies
that gild the field like flame,
with splendor more than Solomon's,
for all his wealth and fame:
serene, untoiling, bright, and mute,
they make the heart exclaim:
If God so clothes the flowers
that daily bloom and die,
how can we then so foolishly
on our own strength rely?
For God who gives us life and breath
will all our needs supply.
No beauty of creation,
no wonder anywhere,
no rare event or miracle
can with this grace compare:
to turn from self to seek God's will
and trust God's boundless care.