Scripture Verse

Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? Matthew 6:26

Introduction

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Charles H. Gabriel (1856–1932)

Words: Will­iam C. Mar­tin, 1910. This song was a fa­vo­rite of Ho­mer Ro­de­hea­ver, who de­vot­ed an en­tire chap­ter to it in his 1917 Song Sto­ries of the Saw­dust Trail.

Music: Charles H. Ga­bri­el (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William C. Martin
1864–1915

Lyrics

I trust in God wherever I may be,
Upon the land, or on the rolling sea,
For come what may, from day to day,
My heav’nly Fa­ther watches over me.

Refrain

I trust in God, I know He cares for me;
On mountain bleak or on the stormy sea;
Tho’ billows roll, He keeps my soul;
My heav’nly Fa­ther watches over me.

He makes the rose an object of His care,
He guides the eagle thro’ the pathless air,
And surely He remembers me;
My heav’nly Fa­ther watches over me.

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I trust in God, for, in the lion’s den,
On battlefield, or in the prison pen,
Thro’ praise or blame, thro’ flood or flame,
My heav’nly Fa­ther watches over me.

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The valley may be dark, the shadows deep,
But O, the Shepherd guards His lonely sheep;
And thro’ the gloom He’ll lead me home,
My heav’nly Fa­ther watches over me.

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