 | New poems |  |
277
GOD'S PATERNAL CARE.
A Child's Hymn.
When the little sparrow falleth,
'T is the Lord who marks her way;
When for daily food she calleth,
He supplies her day by day.
When at eve her wing she foldeth,
Grateful for her joyous flight,
In his hand her Maker holdeth
That frail sparrow all the night.
'T is the Lord who marks her way;
When for daily food she calleth,
He supplies her day by day.
When at eve her wing she foldeth,
Grateful for her joyous flight,
In his hand her Maker holdeth
That frail sparrow all the night.
When with thirst the floweret bendeth,
Meek and patient, o'er its bed,
God is near, and kindly sendeth
Cooling showers, to lift its head.
Then, its heart to Heaven it showeth,
As a censer, pure and sweet,
Whence the precious odor floweth,
Grateful, on its Maker's feet.
Meek and patient, o'er its bed,
God is near, and kindly sendeth
Cooling showers, to lift its head.
Then, its heart to Heaven it showeth,
As a censer, pure and sweet,
Whence the precious odor floweth,
Grateful, on its Maker's feet.
Higher still, our Heavenly Father
Doth, than flower or sparrow, prize
Little children, who may gather
Unto him for all supplies.
Sweet, as Sharon's rose and lily,
Jesus smiles, to win their love,
While the Spirit hovereth stilly
O'er them, as a peaceful dove.
Doth, than flower or sparrow, prize
Little children, who may gather
Unto him for all supplies.
Sweet, as Sharon's rose and lily,
Jesus smiles, to win their love,
While the Spirit hovereth stilly
O'er them, as a peaceful dove.
| New poems | |