’Neath threat­en­ing clouds a lit­tle bird
Flew home­ward to its rest;
And ’neath the leaves of shel­ter­ing oak
Slept safe in dow­ny nest.
Thro’ cease­less storm of sum­mer night
Was heard no wild des­pair,
For great­er than the tem­pest’s wrath,
The Fa­ther’s watch­ful care.

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O the won­der­ful, won­der­ful love,
That marks the spar­row’s fall;
That hears my faint­est call.

So white the snow on val­ley’s breast,
So bare the old oak tree;
The wind plays with a brok­en nest—
O bird, who cares for thee?
A song of praise—a burst of joy—
Brought Je­sus’ words to me:
The Fa­ther marks thy fall, I cried,
And His love feed­eth thee.

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O heart op­pressed with life’s sad woe,
Doubt not thy Fa­ther’s care.
No sor­row is to Him un­known,
Its angu­ish He doth share.
The love that marks the spar­row’s fall
Shalt for thy need pre­pare,
For great­er than thy life can tell,
Thy Fa­ther’s watch­ful care.

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