Not One Forgotten

There’s a word of ten­der beau­ty

In the say­ings of our Lord;

How it stirs the heart to mu­sic

Waking gra­ti­tude’s sweet chord;

For it tells me that our Fa­ther

From His throne of roy­al might

Bends to note a fall­ing spar­row

For ’tis pre­cious in His sight.

In my Fa­ther’s bless­èd keep­ing

I am hap­py

safe and free;

While His eye is on the spar­row

I will not for­got­ten be.

Tho’ I’m least of all His child­ren

So un­wor­thy of His love

Yet

for me

there’s kind re­mem­brance

In the Fa­ther-heart above;

He will ev­er save and keep me

He will guide me on the way

For my Sav­ior gent­ly whis­pers

Are ye not much more than they?

Oh

the wound­ed hands of Je­sus

All the springs of life con­trol

Is there any ill can harm me

While His blood is on my soul?

Let me

like the lit­tle spar­row

Trust Him where I can­not see

In the sun­shine and the sha­dow

Singing

He will care for me.