The One who notes the sparrow’s fall,
Cannot but hear me when I call;
So I’ll not dread the tempter’s snare,
For I am in the Savior’s care.
He watches me both night and day,
He sees me when I lose my way;
He lifts me up whene’er I fall:
He hears my every feeble call.
Tho’ tempted oft by Satan’s wiles,
Out where the host of sin beguiles;
E’en tho’ I sin, He’ll hear my prayer,
And rescue me, I’m in His care.
My path may be among the thorns,
Where evil e’er the way adorns;
Yet I will trust His guiding hand,
To lead me to the promised land.