Scripture Verse

Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Luke 12:27

Introduction

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Salvatore Ferretti (1817–1874)

Words: Ano­ny­mous.

Music: Ends­leigh Sal­va­to­re Fer­ret­ti (1817–1874) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lyrics

We thank Thee, O our Fa­ther,
For all Thy lov­ing care;
We thank Thee that Thou mad­est
The world so bright and fair.
We thank Thee for the sun­shine,
And for the plea­sant show­ers;
And O, our God, we thank Thee,
We thank Thee for the flow­ers.

Out in the sun­ny mea­dows
And in the wood­lands cool,
Upon the breezy hill­side,
And by each reedy pool,
And in the qui­et pas­ture,
And by the broad high­ways,
All pure, and fresh, and stain­less,
They spring up ev­ery day.

And in the dus­ty ci­ty,
Where bu­sy crowds pass by,
And where the tall dark hous­es
Stand up and hide the sky;
And where through lanes and al­leys
No plea­sant breez­es blow,
Even there, O God, our Fa­ther,
Thou mak’st the flow­ers grow.

And whe­ther in the ci­ty
Or in the fields they dwell
Always the same sweet mes­sage,
The fair, sweet flow­ers tell.
For they are all so won­drous,
They show Thy pow­er abroad;
And they are all so beau­te­ous,
They tell Thy love, O God.

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