In the pre­cious Bi­ble
We have oft­en read
How God’s ho­ly pr­ophet
By the birds were fed.
Father may we trust Thee,
As He did of old,
That with Him we may be
In Thy bless­èd fold.

Refrain

Heav’nly Fa­ther,
Hear us while we pray:
Lead our foot­steps
In the nar­row way.

When our bless­èd Je­sus
Made this earth His home,
He said, Suf­fer child­ren
Unto Me to come.
Jesus, we are com­ing,
Coming one and all;
Ever press­ing on­ward
At Thy bless­èd call.

Refrain

We are lit­tle sol­diers
Marching day by day
Forward as for bat­tle,
Ready for the fray.
We will ne­ver fal­ter,
Till the foe shall fall,
Then with saints in glo­ry
Crown Thee Lord of all.

Refrain