When He walked the fields,He drew
From the flowers, and birds, and dew,
Parables of God; For within His heart of love
All the soul of man -did move,God had His abode.
Fill us, Lord, with Thy desire
All the sinful to inspire
With the Father's life;
Free us from the cares that press
On the heart of worldllness,
From the fret and strife.
