Long ago the li­lies fad­ed
Which to Je­sus seemed so fair,
But the love that bade them blos­som
Still is work­ing ev­ery­where.

In the fields, and in the val­leys,
By the streams we love so well,
There is great­er glo­ry bloom­ing,
Than the tongue of man can tell.

Long ago in sac­red si­lence
Died the ac­cents of His pray­er;
Still the souls that seek the Fa­ther
Find His pre­sence ev­ery­where.

Let us seek Him, still be­liev­ing,
He that work­eth round us yet,
Clothing li­lies in the mea­dows,
Will His child­ren ne’er forget.