Lord of the Small | Serenity Ensemble

1 Praise to the Lord of the small broken things,
Who sees the poor sparrow that cannot take wing;
Who loves the lame child and the wretch in the street;
Who comforts their sorrows and washes their feet.

2 Praise to the Lord of the faint and afraid,
Who girds them with courage, and lends them His aid;
He pours out His spirit on vessels so weak,
That the timid can serve and the silent can speak.

3 Praise to the Lord of the frail and the ill,
Who heals their afflictions, or carries them till
They leave this tired frame and to paradise fly
To never be sick and never to die.

4 Praise Him, O praise Him, all ye who yet live,
Who've been given so much and can so little give;
Our frail, lisping praise God will never despise.
He sees His dear children through mercy-filled eyes.