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Sing, little sparrow, sing thy song.

No peril neareth thee;

Tho night be dark or day be long,

Or clouds hang low, sing on, sing on,

The dear God heareth thee.

Sing, little bird, whate'er befall —

Trill out thine utmost need;

Thou canst not soar, thou canst not fall

But He will note who knoweth all,

And He thy plaint will heed.

O little sparrow, far and high

Thy soft notes God-ward go,

And I with thee send up my cry,

And both shall somewhere find reply,

God careth for us so.