There’s Not a Bird with Lonely Nest

There’s not a bird with lone­ly nest

In path­less wood or mount­ain crest

Nor mean­er thing

which does not share

O God

in Thy pa­ter­nal care.

Each bar­ren crag

each de­sert rude

Holds Thee with­in its so­li­tude;

And Thou dost bless the wan­d’rer there

Who makes his so­li­ta­ry pray­er.

In bu­sy mart and crowd­ed street

No less than in the still re­treat

Thou

Lord

art near

our souls to bless

With all a par­ent’s ten­der­ness.

And we

where’er our lot is cast

While life

and thought

and feel­ing last

Through all the years

in ev­ery place

Will bless Thee for Thy bound­less grace.