Scripture Verse

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father…So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Matthew 10:29–31

Introduction

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Words: Eli­za E. Hew­itt, in Our Praise in Song, by John R. Swe­ney, Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick & Hen­ry Gil­mour (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1893), num­ber 17.

Music: Thur­land Cas­tle Hen­ry L. Gil­mour (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a bet­ter pho­to of Hew­itt,

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Eliza E. Hewitt (1851–1920)

Lyrics

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.

Refrain