IF e’en a little sparrow falls,
My heavenly Father knows,
’Tis He the scented lily clothes
And every flower which blows.
He gives the hungry bird its food,
The drooping bud its shower,
But I am dearer far to Him
Than sparrow or than flower.
Because He made His creatures all,
He guards them ‘neath His eye.
He made me too; but oh far more,
For me His Son did die.
When troubles cause my heart to droop
Or wet my cheek with tears,
My Father’s love, my Father’s care,
Shall soothe away my fears.
ML-02/11/1973