Valley li­lies, meek and lowly,
Let me hear your mes­sage sweet,
Tell of Christ the pure and ho­ly,
Bending as to touch His feet.

Snowy li­lies of the val­ley,
Speak again your mes­sage rare;
Testify to me of Je­sus,
Heaven’s Li­ly, won­drous fair!

Valley li­lies, gold­en heart­ed,
Love’s sweet mis­sion you ful­fill,
For you tell in per­fumed lang­uage,
How He wrought His Fa­ther’s will.

Valley li­lies, cups in­vert­ed,
Still the Mas­ter you pro­claim:
Empty of all pomp and glo­ry,
To re­deem the world He came.