Consider lyrics

        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 coil?

         Consider
The birds that have no barn nor harvest-weeks;
         God gives them food:--
Much more our Father seeks
         To do us good.