There’s a word of ten­der beau­ty
In the say­ings of our Lord;
How it stirs the heart to mu­sic,
Waking gratitude’s sweet chord;
For it tells me that our Fa­ther,
From His throne of roy­al might,
Bends to note a fall­ing spar­row,
For ’tis pre­cious in His sight.

Refrain

In my Fa­ther’s bless­èd keep­ing
I am hap­py, safe and free;
While His eye is on the spar­row,
I will not for­got­ten be.

Tho’ I’m least of all His child­ren,
So un­wor­thy of His love,
Yet, for me, there’s kind re­mem­brance
In the Fa­ther-heart above;
He will ev­er save and keep me,
He will guide me on the way,
For my Sav­ior gent­ly whis­pers,
Are ye not much more than they?

Refrain

Oh, the wound­ed hands of Je­sus
All the springs of life con­trol,
Is there any ill can harm me
While His blood is on my soul?
Let me, like the lit­tle spar­row,
Trust Him where I can­not see,
In the sun­shine and the sha­dow,
Singing, He will care for me.

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