Consider

Consider

The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:

We are as they;

Like them we fade away,

As doth a leaf.

Consider

The sparrows of the air of small account:

Our God doth view

Whether they fall or mount,—

He guards us too.

Consider

The lilies that do neither spin nor toil,

Yet are most fair:

What profits all this care

And all this toil?

Consider

The birds that have no barn nor harvest-weeks;

God gives them food:

Much more our Father seeks

To do us good.