His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Be like a bird that, halting in its flight,

Rests on a limb too slight.

And feeling it give way beneath him sings,

Knowing he has wings.

Oh, such sweet peace just to know that should this branch snap beneath the weight of this sorrow, He has given me wings to soar. The Father watches over each of His little sparrows and tenderly gathers us in the shadow of His wings.

Why should I feel discouraged,

Why should the shadows come,

Why should my heart be lonely,

And long for Heaven and home?

When Jesus is my portion?

My constant friend is He:

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

I sing because I'm happy.

I sing because I'm free.

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

Let not your heart be troubled,

His tender word I hear,

And resting on His goodness,

I lose my doubt and fear;

Though by the path He leadeth,

But one step I may see;

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.