Why should I feel discouraged? Why should the shadows come? Why should my heart feel lonely and long for heav'n and home when Jesus is my portion? A constant Friend is he:
his eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me. His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me. I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free; for his eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me.
"Let not your heart be troubled," his tender words I hear; and resting on his goodness, I lose my doubt and fear. Though by the path he leadeth but one step I may see:
Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise, when songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies, I draw the closer to him; from care he sets me free: