Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father…So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.@Matthew 10:29-31

P. B. Sabin, in Songs for Young People, by Edwin O. Excell (Cincinnati, Ohio: Curts & Jennings, 1897), number 26.

S. B. Jackson (pseudonym for Charles Gabriel?) (🔊 pdf nwc).

’Neath threatening clouds a little bird
Flew homeward to its rest;
And ’neath the leaves of sheltering oak
Slept safe in downy nest.
Thro’ ceaseless storm of summer night
Was heard no wild despair,
For greater than the tempest’s wrath,
The Father’s watchful care.

Refrain

O the wonderful, wonderful love,
That marks the sparrow’s fall;
O the wonderful, wonderful love,
That hears my faintest call.

So white the snow on valley’s breast,
So bare the old oak tree;
The wind plays with a broken nest—
O bird, who cares for thee?
A song of praise—a burst of joy—
Brought Jesus’ words to me:
The Father marks thy fall, I cried,
And His love feedeth thee.

Refrain

O heart oppressed with life’s sad woe,
Doubt not thy Father’s care.
No sorrow is to Him unknown,
Its anguish He doth share.
The love that marks the sparrow’s fall
Shalt for thy need prepare,
For greater than thy life can tell,
Thy Father’s watchful care.

Refrain