Not One Forgotten
1. There’s a word of tender beauty
In the sayings of our Lord,
How it stirs our 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.
Chorus:
In my Father’s blessed keeping,
I am happy, safe, and free;
While His eye is on the sparrow,
I will not forgotten be.
2. Though 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?”
3. 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.”
~Eliza Edmunds Hewitt
“29Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not
fall on the ground without your Father. 30But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31Fear ye not therefore, ye are of
more value than many sparrows.”
(Matthew 10:29-31)