Oh Lord! Your love and care
Are like lily sweet and pure;
These are auspicious moments rare
And may they be always secure.

When lily leaves unfold
For sure Your Love is told;
Your Love by far the sweetest thing
Your care I experience beneath Your wing.

When the tide is high
My way is darkened by;
I feel Your Love
The greatest thing all above.

When the torment tortures the soul
I run to and fro without a goal;
The time seems endless and vain
Your care takes away all pain.