Verse 1
Anxious thought to avarice tends,
Anxious thought our Lord forbids,
To the birds and lilies sends:
He who all his creatures feeds,
If we dare in Him confide,
Will he not for man provide?
Verse 2
He who form’d our curious frame,
He in whom till now we live,
Is he not in love the same,
Ready all we want to give?
Thoughtless then for clothes and food,
Cast we all our care on God.