Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?@Matthew 6:26

Lewis E. Jones, 1898 (🔊 pdf nwc).


In tender compassion and wonderful love,
The Father looks down from on high;
He knoweth the raven hath need of its food,
And heareth in mercy its cry.


The raven He feedeth, then why should I fear?
To the heart of the Father His children are dear;
So, if the way darkens or storms gather o’er,
I’ll simply look upward and trust Him the more.

His arm is abundantly able to save,
His eye is a guide to my feet;
Since love sought and found me,
I constantly dwell
With Him in companionship sweet.


No need have I ever to trouble my breast,
Or fear what the morrow may bring;
The heart of the Father is planning my way,
And I am the child of a king.