Thy lilies drink the dew

Thy lilies drink the dew,
Thy lambs the rill, and I will drink them too;
For those in purity
And innocence are types, dear Lord, of Thee.
The fragrant lily flower
Bows and fulfils Thy Will its lifelong hour;
The lamb at rest and play
Fulfils Thy Will in gladness all the day;
They leave to-morrow’s cares
Until the morrow, what it brings it bears.
And I, Lord, would be such;
Not high or great or anxious overmuch
But pure and temperate,
Earnest to do Thy Will betimes and late,
Fragrant with love and praise
And innocence thro’ all my appointed days;
Thy lily I would be,
Spotless and sweet, Thy lamb to follow Thee.