The Bird that Soars On Highest Wing

Verse 1

The bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest: In lark and nightingale we see What honour hath humility.

Verse 2

When Mary chose the "better part," She meekly sat at Jesus' feet And Lydia's gently-open'd heart Was made for God's own temple meet; Fairest and best adorned is she, Whose clothing is humility.

Verse 3

The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown, In deepest adoration bends; The weight of glory bows him down, Then most, when most his soul ascends; Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility.