| Song | All Things Which Live Below The Sky |
| Album | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Edward John Brailsford |
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| Tags | All Things Which Live Below The Sky |
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All Things Which Live Below The Sky,
Or Move Within The Sea,
Are Creatures Of The Lord Most High,
And Brothers Unto Me.
I Love To Hear The Robin Sing,
Perched On The Highest Bough;
To See The Rook With Purple Wing
Follow The Shining Plow.
I Love To Watch The Swallow Skim
The River In His Flight;
To Mark, When Day Is Growing Dim,
The Glow-Worm’s Silvery Light;
The Sea-Gull Whiter Than The Foam,
The Fish That Dart Beneath;
The Lowing Cattle Coming Home;
The Goats Upon The Heath.
Beneath His Heaven There’s Room For All;
He Gives To All Their Meat;
He Sees The Meanest Sparrow Fall
Unnoticed In The Street.
Almighty Father, King Of Kings,
The Lover Of The Meek,
Make Me A Friend Of Helpless Things,
Defender Of The Weak.
