Christ, the Lily of the valleys,
Son of God, in meekness clad,
Flow’ring in the soil of sorrows
Consolation of the sad;
Shyly hidden by the wayside
Veiled from unbelieving eyes,
Blooms in unassuming beauty –
Fairest flower of paradise.
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Dark this valley of my weeping
Stretched along the pilgrim way,
Broken hopes and wistful longings
Tears by night and fears by day;
Can the lily of the valleys
Flourish in such hostile ground?
Yes, this flower can grow unhindered,
Where none other may be found.
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Under thorn and threat’ning bramble,
Near each boulder of despair
There the lily of the valleys
Blossoms in abundance rare.
Let me stoop to pluck a lily,
Wear it ever in my heart
Solaced by its lowly fragrance
Till the night of tears depart.
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When I tread that last dark valley
Through the shades of fearsome death,
Wage that final bitter warfare
Ere I yield my faltering breath,
I shall find the Christ of glory
Ever to my heart more dear,
Find the lily of the valleys
Hidden in some crevice there.