Scripture Verse

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall He not much more clothe you? Matthew 6:28–30

Introduction

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Elizabeth B. Browning (1806–1861)

Words: Eli­za­beth B. Brown­ing (1806–1861).

Music: I Bring My All to Thee, se­cu­lar me­lo­dy (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lyrics

The lit­tle cares which fret­ted me,
I lost them yes­ter­day
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the low­ing of the herds,
The rust­ling of the trees,
Among the sing­ing of the birds,
The hum­ming of the bees.

The fool­ish fears of what may come,
I cast them all away
Among the clo­ver scent­ed grass,
Among the new mown hay;
Among the hush­ing of the corn,
Where drows­ing pop­pies nod,
Ill thoughts can die, and good be born,
Out in the fields of God.