By them the fowls of heav'n shall have their habitation, Which do among the branches sing with delectation.
The fowls on mountains high are all to me well known; Wild beasts which in the fields do lie, ev'n they are all mine own.
Beasts, and all cattle, creeping things, and all ye birds that fly.
He gives the beast his food, he feeds the ravens young that cry.
Behold, the sparrow findeth out an house wherein to rest; The swallow also for herself hath purchased a nest; Ev'n thine own altars, where she safe her young ones forth may bring, O thou almighty Lord of hosts, who art my God and King.