The Bird with the Broken Wing

I walked in the wood­land mea­dows

Where sweet the thrush­es sing

And found on a bed of moss­es

A bird with a brok­en wing;

I healed its wing

and each morn­ing

It sang its old sweet strain

But the bird with the brok­en pin­ion

Never soared as high again

Never soared as high again.

I found a young life brok­en

By sin’s se­duc­tive art

And

touched with a Christ­like pity

I took him to my heart;

He lived with a nob­ler pur­pose

And strug­gled not in vain

But the life that sin had strick­en

Never soared as high again

Never soared as high again.

But the bird with the brok­en pin­ion

Kept an­oth­er from the snare

The life that sin had strick­en

Raised an­oth­er from des­pair;

Each loss has its own com­pen­sa­tion

There’s heal­ing for each pain

But the bird with the brok­en pin­ion

Never soared as high again

Never soared as high again.

But the soul that comes to Je­sus

Is saved from ev­ery sin

And the heart that ful­ly trusts Him

Shall a crown of glo­ry win;

Then come to the dear Re­deem­er

He’ll cleanse you from ev­ery stain.

By His won­der­ful love and me­rcy

You shall sure­ly rise again.