O think of God’s beloved daughters
Here on earth a little while,
Spending all their precious moments
After fashion, dress and style.
See how like the world they’re getting,
Only look upon their head—
See what should be in the garden
Fixed up to adorn their pride.
See the little wings and feathers
On their hats and bonnets worn;
These are only second handed,
Worn by the birds before.
Nice to see them on the birdies,
God Himself did put them there;
None would care for wings and feathers
On their head instead of hair.
How unlike the lowly Jesus,
His dear head was not adorned
With the Devil’s pride and fashion,
But was decked with cruel thorns.
Gather all your flimsy decking,
Lay them down beside His blood,
Ask thy heart this solemn question:
“Can I wear such things for God?”
Dear redeemed and blood bought sister,
Look upon thy Saviour’s brow,
And receive His grace sufficient
To make full surrender now.
Can you meet Him at His table
On each blessed Lord’s Day morn,
Look to Calvary through your fixings,
His dear body thus discern?
O, how quick the separation
When He cometh in the air,
All our trinkets left behind us;
No such things are needed there.
God would have His daughters tidy,
All they wear both good and plain,
Wearing naught to be ashamed of
At His coming back again.