Hark, the lilies whisper

October 20

Hark, the lilies whisper
Tenderly and low,
“In our grace and beauty
See how fair we grow;”
Thus our heavenly Father
Cares for all below.
The lilies of the field,
The beautiful lilies of the field,
Your Father cares for them,
And shall He not care for you?

Hark, the roses speaking,
Telling all abroad
Their sweet, wondrous story
Of the love of God,
In the Rose of Sharon,
Jesus Christ, the Lord.
The roses, how they bloom!
The beautiful roses, how they bloom!
Your Father cares for them,
And shall He not care for you?

Let us, then, be trustful,
Doubting not, although
Much of toil and trouble
Be our lot below.
Think upon the lilies,
See how fair they grow;
The lilies of the field,
The beautiful lilies of the field;
Your Father cares for them,
And shall He not care for you?
     J. A. Collier