Powerless and lowly,
    We lean on thy arm—­
  Watcher of Israel,
    Keep us from harm!

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WELCOME.

  There comes a little bird
    In at the door;
  Do see!  Upon my word,
    It’s on the floor.

  Little bird, come and stay;
    Here you are welcome,
  Or you may fly away
    To your own home.

  I will give you bread,
    Much as you say;
  After you have fed,
    You may skip away.

  There, on the cherry-tree,
    Build your downy nest,
  Or in any other
    That you like best,

  Little birds, pretty birds,
    Come to my door;
  If you have no words,
    Sing out for more!