A Song of Hope

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Sep 15, 1904

LORD, every little sparrow finds its crumbs to eat from thee, And chirps its little chirp of praise To thee the Giver of its days, And bids to-morrow “go its ways,” And so will I.

Lord, every little daisy lifts its face up to the sun, And drinks in of its warmth and light, And revels in its day so bright, Without a fear of coming night; And so will I.

Lord, every little nightingale warbles its love-song sweet, Choosing the night to sing to thee A tender, heaven-born melody Sung in the darkness hopefully: And so will I.

“Songs in the night he giveth,” and listens to hear them sung, Songs of a tender Father’s love, Songs of a fairer home above, Songs whispered by that Holy Dove Who broods o’er all.

— The Christian.