"The Lord will provide," a father said,
My darlings will not want for bread;
He who sees the wounded sparrow fall
Will surely provide for one and all.
"The Lord will provide," sang Baby Nell;
How sweetly the assurance fell
On the spirit worn with grief and pain,
Till the fainting faith revived again.
"The Lord will provide, my mamma, dear,"
And swift she kisses the healing tear