Scripture Verse

Consider the birds of the sky: They don’t sow or reap or gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Matthew 6:26

Introduction

Words: A. Hig­gin­son, in The Ser­vice of Praise, by J. Lin­coln Hall et al. (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1900), num­ber 33.

Music: Gel­ding­a­da­lur Ar­thur Ber­ridge (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Hig­gin­son’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him or Ber­ridge (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

Lyrics

O bird so blithe, O bird so blithe,
How firm thy trust abideth!
Thou sowest not, thou reapest not,
And hoarded grain thou heapest not;
Yet bird so blithe, O bird so blithe,
God for thy wants provideth.

O lily fair, O lily fair,
How sweet thy beauty’s story!
Thou toilest not, thou spinnest not,
And earthly honors winnest not;
Yet lily fair, O lily fair,
Thou art arrayed in glory.

O childhood bright, O childhood bright,
How sweet the joy thou bringest,
When, trustful as the bird in air,
And simple as the lily fair,
O childhood bright, O childhood bright,
Thy happy song thou singest!

O bird in air, O bird in air,
Think not of coming sorrow,
The Father dear who loveth all,
Doth bear thy wing, doth watch thy fall;
So bird in air, O bird in air,
Still leave to Him the morrow.

O lily frail, O lily frail,
How soon thy glory waneth!
Up-springing with the morning glow,
At evening’s breath thou liest low;
Yet lily frail, O lily frail,
Thy fragrance still remaineth.

O childhood brief, O childhood brief,
Tho’ swift thy days pass by us,
May thy firm trust, thy simple grace,
Be aye our strength in manhood’s race;
Then, childhood brief, O childhood brief,
Thy joy shall still be nigh us.