The bird that soars on highest wing,
Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
And she that doth most sweetly sing,
Sings in the shade when all things rest:
In lark and nightingale we see
What honour hath humility.
When Mary chose the "better part,"
She meekly sat at Jesus' feet
And Lydia's gently-open'd heart
Was made for God's own temple meet;
Fairest and best adorned is she,
Whose clothing is humility.
The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown,
In deepest adoration bends;
The weight of glory bows him down,
Then most, when most his soul ascends;
Nearest the throne itself must be
The footstool of humility.
|First Line:||The bird that soars on highest wing|
|Title:||The bird that soars on highest wing|
|Scripture:||1 Peter 5:5|