1 There’s a word of tender beauty
In the sayings of our Lord;
How it stirs the heart to music,
Waking gratitude’s sweet chord;
For it tells me that our Father,
From His throne of royal might,
Bends to note a falling sparrow,
For ’tis precious in His sight.
In my Father’s blessèd keeping
I am happy, safe and free;
While His eye is on the sparrow,
I will not forgotten be.
2 Tho’ I’m least of all His children,
So unworthy of His love,
Yet, for me, there’s kind remembrance
In the Father-heart above;
He will ever save and keep me,
He will guide me on the way,
For my Savior gently whispers,
"Are ye not much more than they?" [Refrain]
3 Oh, the wounded hands of Jesus
All the springs of life control,
Is there any ill can harm me
While His blood is on my soul?
Let me, like the little sparrow,
Trust Him where I cannot see,
In the sunshine and the shadow,
Singing, "He will care for me." [Refrain]
Pseudonym: Lidie H. Edmunds.
Eliza Edmunds Hewitt was born in Philadelphia 28 June 1851. She was educated in the public schools and after graduation from high school became a teacher. However, she developed a spinal malady which cut short her career and made her a shut-in for many years. During her convalescence, she studied English literature. She felt a need to be useful to her church and began writing poems for the primary department. she went on to teach Sunday school, take an active part in the Philadelphia Elementary Union and become Superintendent of the primary department of Calvin Presbyterian Church.
Dianne Shapiro, from "The Singers and Their Songs: sketches of living gospel hymn writers" by Charles Hutchinson Gabriel (… Go to person page >
Display Title: Not One ForgottenFirst Line: There’s a word of tender beautyTune Title: THURLAND CASTLEAuthor: Eliza E. HewittMeter: 87.87.87 DSource: Our Praise in Song by John Sweney, William J. Kirkpatrick and Henry L. Gilmour (Philadelphia: John J. Hood, 1893)