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Why should I feel discouraged, Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me.
I sing because I'm happy,
I sing because I'm free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
"Let not your heart be troubled," His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, But one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me.
Whenever I am tempted, Whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, When hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, From care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me.
Lyrics by Civilla D. Martin, 1905
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Are not five Sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows. ST. LUKE 12: 6-7
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