The Lily of the Valleys, oh the
savour of His name,
The blessed Rose of Sharon, age to age still the same.
Like the Lily of the Valleys, so are His children here,
Precious to the heart of God, beloved and so dear.
Jesus feeds among His lilies - the fellowship is sweet,
In the garden of their hearts, where they so often meet.
Scattered throughout this darkened field, their colours are so
Bearing the savour of Christ, they sing songs in the night.
Jesus gathers His lilies, and with joy He takes them home,
This precious harvest of souls arrayed around His throne.
Oh the glory of these lilies, clothed in robes of purest white,
Growing in their Saviour's presence, flourishing in His light.
October 7th, 2004
The field is the world.
I Am the Rose of Sharon, and the
Lily of the Valleys.
Like the Lily among thorns, so is My love among the daughters.
Song of Solomon 2:1-2
My Beloved is mine, and I am His:
He feedeth among the lilies.
Song of Solomon 2:16
My Beloved is gone down into His
garden, to the beds of spices,
to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Song of Solomon 6:2
gather lilies, wherewith he is pleased to entertain and adorn
himself. He picks the lilies one by one, and gathers them to
himself; and there will be a general harvest of them at the great
day, when he will send forth his angels, to gather all his lilies,
that he may be for ever glorified and admired in them." - Matthew