There is an Eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an Ear that never shuts
When sink the beams of light.
There is an Arm that never tires
When human strength gives way;
There is a Love that never fails
When earthly loves decay.
That Eye unseen o’erwatcheth all;
That Arm upholds the sky;
That Ear doth hear the sparrow’s call;
That Love is ever nigh.
James Cowden Wallace