Verse 1
In the trees the birds are singing,
In the mountains and the glens,
By the rivers and the brooks and by the sea;
But there’s food for all the robins
And the tiny little wrens,
And there’s bread in His hand for me.
Verse 2
All the meadows bloom with daisies,
And with dandelions bold,
And the clover blossoms cover all the lea;
But there’s raiment for the lilies
And the buttercups of gold,
And there’s clothing in His hand for me.
Verse 3
When the clouds of trouble gather
And the stormy wind is heard,
And the angry tempest rages, wild and free;
Then there’s shelter for the sparrow
And the little hummingbird,
And there’s safety in His hand for me.
Verse 4
Oh, the world is full of children,
Oh, so many and so fair,
Like the sunbeams as they sparkle on the sea;
But there’s room for all the children
In the Father’s tender care,
And there’s room in His heart for me.
