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