From everything our Saviour saw,
Lessons of wisdom. He would draw:
The clouds, the color in the sky,
The gentle breeze that whispers by,
The fields all white with waving corn.
The lilies that the vale adorn,
The reed that trembles in the wind,
The tree where none its fruit can find,
The sliding sand, the flinty rock
That bears unmoved the tempest’s shock;
The thorns that on the earth abound,
The tender grass that clothes the ground,
The little birds that fly in air,
The sheep that need the shepherd’s care,
The pearls that deep in ocean lie,
The gold that charms the miser’s eye—
All from His lips some truth proclaim,
Or learn to tell their Maker’s Name.