Jesus, Holy, Undefiled
Jesus, holy, undefiled,
Listen to a little child;
Thou hast sent the glorious light,
Chasing far the silent night.
Thou hast sent the sun to shine,
O’er this glorious world of Thine;
Warmth to give and pleasant glow,
On each tender flower below.
Now the little birds arise,
Chirping gaily in the skies;
Thee their tiny voices praise,
In the early songs they raise.
Thou, by whom the birds are fed,
Give to me my daily bread;
And Thy Holy Spirit give,
Without whom I cannot live.
Words: Emily M. Shapcote, 1852.
Beautiful, I have never seen this. Thank you.
I too had never heard this beautiful hymn! And as He cares so tenderly for the birds, how much more does He care for us! Blessings to you sweet friend!
…I hope that you have a special day.