| Does Jesus care when my heart is pained |
| Too deeply for mirth or song, |
| As the burdens press, |
| And the cares distress, |
| And the way grows weary and long? |
| O yes, He cares, I know He cares, |
| His heart is touched with my grief; |
| When the days are weary, |
| The long night dreary, |
| I know my Savior cares. |
| HIS EYES IS ON THE SPARROW |
| Why should I be discouraged and why should the shadows come? |
| Why should my heart be lonely and long for heaven and home? |
| When Jesus is my portion, a 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. |
| I sing because I’m happy; |
| I sing because I’m free; |
| His eye is on the sparrow |
| And I know He watches me. |
| I sing because I’m happy; |
| I sing because I’m free; |
| His eye is on the sparrow |
| And I know He watches me. |
| Watches me |
| And I know He watches me. |
| O yes, He cares, I know He cares, |
| His heart is touched with my grief; |
| His eye is on the sparrow |
| And I know He watches me. |
| And I know He watches me. |