And He, whom most I love to please,
Doth listen to my song;
He caught and bound my wandering wing,
But still He bends to hear me sing.
Thou hast an ear to hear;
A heart to love and bless;
And, though my notes were e’er so rude,
Thou would’st not hear the less;
Because Thou knowest as they fall,
That Love, sweet Love, inspires them all.