1 I heard a robin singing
His happy morning song;
I saw his help meet bringing
Their breakfast for the young,
And to me came a whisper
In winds that softly fan the tree,
“If God for these so careth,
Will He not care for me?”
Will He not care for me,
Will He not care for Me?
“If God for these so careth,
Will He not care for me?”

2 I saw the roses growing
In beauty day by day;
No queen in all her glory
So lovely in array!
And on the leaves were written
Sweet words of love and trust for me:
“If God so clothe the roses,
Will He not care for me?”
Will He not care for me,
Will He not care for Me?
“If God so clothe the roses,
Will He not care for me?”

3 I thank Thee, O my Father,
That ‘mid life’s toil and dust
The birds and flowers can bring us
Such heavenly hope and trust!
Quickened by faith they whisper
The Master’s word in peace to me,—
“If God for these so careth,
Will He not care for me?”
Will He not care for me,
Will He not care for Me?
“If God for these so careth,
Will He not care for me?”