God Sees The Little Sparrow Fall,
It Meets His Tender View;
If God So Loves The Little Birds,
I Know He Loves Me, Too.

He Loves Me, Too, He Loves Me, Too,
I Know He Loves Me, Too;
Because He Loves The Little Things,
I Know He Loves Me, Too.

He Paints The Lily Of The Field,
Perfumes Each Lily Bell;
If He So Loves The Little Flowers,
I Know He Loves Me Well.

God Made The Little Birds And Flowers,
And All Things Large And Small;
He’ll Not Forget His Little Ones,
I Know He Loves Them All.