Why should I feel discouraged? Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart be lonely and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My 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.

(Refrain)

I sing because I’m happy.
I sing because I’m free.
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 doubts and fears;
Though by the path he leadeth but one step I may see:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me.

(Refrain)

I sing because I’m happy.
I sing because I’m free
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me.

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When song gives place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to him, from care he sets me free:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me.

Civilla D. Martin 1905


In memory of Christy Lewis


“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” Matt. 5:4

I have been.