Beasts of the Field

Come o ye faithful, the time is near The Lord Jesus is coming His words I hold dear And His songs of grace I find myself humming For ‘Tis grace that saved me This I know to be true I am undeserving of such love, and for this I praise Thee My soul was of darkness, did this, He renew I am forever moved by such vast love And surely my thanks, I lend to Him My soul now flies freely, like that of a dove Surely as my cup runneth over, His blessings do fill to the brim Surely He watches over us, and good fruits He does yield Just as the birds of the air, and the beasts of the field