Behold the lilies of the field,

In thousand colors drest;

They toil not, neither do they spin,

Yet God the flowers hath blest.

Then toil not for the things of earth,

But seek your God to please;

For Solomon, in all his pride,

Was not arrayed like these.

Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass

And flowers, that fade and die,

Will he not much more care for you,

And all your wants supply?

Why will ye, O ye faithless ones,

Distrust your Father's care?

Are ye not better than the flowers?

Will he not hear your prayer?

Your Father knoweth what ye need;

Fear not, but watch and pray;

And let your light shine more and more

Unto the perfect day.