Consider the lil­ies—how state­ly they grow!
They toil not, they spin not, no seed do they sow;
Yet they bloom all the sum­mer, so shin­ing and tall,
The Fa­ther who loves them takes thought for them all.

Consider the ra­vens—who gives them their food?
Who shel­ters their nest in the storm beat­en wood?
Who guides the young spar­row? who watch­es its fall?
Their Fa­ther in Hea­ven takes heed for them all.

Our Fa­ther in Hea­ven, Thy child­ren on earth
Than lil­ies or ra­vens Thou hold­est more worth:
O guide us and guard us, be near when we call,
Uphold us, en­fold us—we thank Thee for all!