Why should I feel discouraged? And why should the shadows come?
And 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
And I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I am free
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 leads us, but one step I may see
His eye is on the sparrows, and I know He watches me
And I sing because I'm happy
And I sing because I'm free
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.
Civilla D. Martin, 1905
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