All things must be according to his plan.
So he decreed that land and sea be filled
Across the length of every earthly span
The deep-sea beast ev’n did all that He willed.

Fly forth, young wren, and flash your wings so fair
Sing out, small one, for you are seen on high.
And swimming things, they too are in his care,
He bids them go, and so they multiply.

At last, Christ set before them bread and wine,
His body broke, his blood shed for them all.
Until His kingdom comes ‘twill be their sign,
He is the one who knows when sparrows fall.

To dark Gethsemane he went to pray
Where silent now, he waits the coming day.