Thou, Who hast said no sparrow e'er shall fall
Without Thy knowledge, lend me now Thine aid.
I cry to Thee, O mighty Lord of all,
Thy little living creature, sore afraid.
All my short life these fluttering wings have known
Only the freedom of Thy sun and rain,
And now they beat against these walls of stone —
Lord of the sparrows, shall they beat in vain?
The terrors of Thine House encompass me,
Upon Thine altar I myself have laid;
Hearken, O Lord, Thy sparrow calls to Thee,
Thy little living creature, sore afraid.