James Montgomery

God cares for Birds and Flowers. -- Luke, xii.24-27.

Flowers grow in sweet societies,

O'er meadow, hill, and dale;

Mingle their colours to our eyes,

Their perfumes in the gale.

Sprung from the dust, they rise above

The meanness of their birth;

They look to heaven, and yet they love

To beautify the earth.

Not birds more duly build and sing,

Nor stars in turn appear,

Than these their splendid legions bring,

To crown and close the year.

They toil not, neither do they spin,

And yet their Maker's will,

Exempt from sorrow, as from sin,

They live but to fulfil.

Ah! thus might He that made us see

Our Sabbath Schools increase;

And while we dwell in unity,

In Him may we have peace; --

Like flowers from Him receive, dispense

The fragrance of His grace;

And when, like flowers, transplanted hence,

May fairer fill our place.