Let the child feel Christ is near him; By your faith will grow his own; Death nor danger will affright him If he never feels alone.
Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.
Strength and skill are happy comrades.
We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn.
Nobody follows me where I go, Over the mountains or valleys below; Nobody sees where the wild winds blow, Only the Father in Heaven can know.
Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.