In ten­der com­pass­ion and won­der­ful love,
The Fa­ther looks down from on high;
He know­eth the rav­en hath need of its food,
And hear­eth in mer­cy its cry.

Refrain

The raven He feed­eth, then why should I fear?
To the heart of the Fa­ther His child­ren are dear;
So, if the way dark­ens or storms ga­ther o’er,
I’ll simp­ly look up­ward and trust Him the more.

His arm is abun­dant­ly able to save,
His eye is a guide to my feet;
Since love sought and found me,
I con­stant­ly dwell
With Him in com­pan­ion­ship sweet.

Refrain

No need have I ever to trou­ble my breast,
Or fear what the mor­row may bring;
The heart of the Fa­ther is plan­ning my way,
And I am the child of a king.

Refrain