(The Sparrow's Song)
O Lord of glory, that heareth prayer
Regard these tears that wet thy feet~
A whispered song for Jesus:
Lowly, silvery, sweet.
Faith looks up~ hearts bow down~
Freed from fear, hope resounds~
For souls unfettered, glory calls~
And little sparrows bend and fall.
O purest lyric, God's word delights
Despite the works of men~ despite
Lowly, silvery, sweet.
Faith looks up~ hearts bow down~
Freed from fear, hope resounds~
For souls unfettered, glory calls~
And little sparrows bend and fall.
O purest lyric, God's word delights
Despite the works of men~ despite
Bitter teeth that gnash and grind
By grace released, in love resigned.
O Saviour mine that wore my thorns,
Who bore the hatred and the scorn~
Thy blood o'er washes my cringing rust
And lifts the broken sparrow from the dust.
By and by this world will pass
Into a sea of golden glass
Evermore in love, we cling
Little sparrows singing.
By grace released, in love resigned.
O Saviour mine that wore my thorns,
Who bore the hatred and the scorn~
Thy blood o'er washes my cringing rust
And lifts the broken sparrow from the dust.
By and by this world will pass
Into a sea of golden glass
Evermore in love, we cling
Little sparrows singing.
(~sister Abby Elizabeth)
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