Except the one bird only The little Lord Christ made; The earth that owned Him Master, —His earth heard and obeyed. 

The little Lord Christ made;

—His earth heard and obeyed.

 Softly He leaned and whispered: "Fly up to Heaven! Fly!" And swift, His little sparrow Went soaring to the sky, 

"Fly up to Heaven! Fly!"

Went soaring to the sky,

 And silent, all the children Stood, awestruck, looking on, Till, deep into the heavens, The bird of earth had gone. 

Stood, awestruck, looking on,

The bird of earth had gone.

 I like to think, for playmate We have the Lord Christ still, And that still above our weakness He works His mighty will, 

We have the Lord Christ still,

He works His mighty will,

 That all our little playthings Of earthen hopes and joys Shall be, by His commandment, Changed into heavenly toys. 

Of earthen hopes and joys

Changed into heavenly toys.

 Our souls are like the sparrows Imprisoned in the clay, Bless Him who came to give them wings Upon a Christmas Day! 

Imprisoned in the clay,

Upon a Christmas Day!

 

 

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