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“He feedeth the young ravens that cry.”
The new-fledg'd ravens leave the nest,
And with a clamorous cry,
Uncertain wing, and ruffled breast,
In broken circles fly.
And with a clamorous cry,
Uncertain wing, and ruffled breast,
In broken circles fly.
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Abandon'd by a parent's care,
They famish'd press the sod,
And in the wildness of despair
Demand their meat of God.
They famish'd press the sod,
And in the wildness of despair
Demand their meat of God.
By him who feeds the ravenous bird
And guards the sparrow's lot,
Shall our petitions be unheard?
Our sorrowing sighs forgot?
And guards the sparrow's lot,
Shall our petitions be unheard?
Our sorrowing sighs forgot?
Consider how the lilies grow,
The young birds safely rove,
Nor fear in every time of wo
To trust your Maker's love.
The young birds safely rove,
Nor fear in every time of wo
To trust your Maker's love.
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