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.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin; yet I tell you, even solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
In the beauty of the lilies christ was born across the sea, with a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; as he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, while god is marching on.
