A solitary bird
outside my lonely room
sings out that all is well
inside my garret\'s gloom.
Her melody’s so sweet,
it makes my poor heart ache.
And I could swear, dear God,
she’s singing for my sake!
A solitary soul
inside this cheerless cell,
he hears the saviour sing
that everything is well.
His song is perfect peace,
that stays when songster’s gone.
It won’t desist or cease,
or be expelled by none.
A solitary ray
of hope, like sunlight streams.
It dances round my bed
and wakes me from my dreams.
It’s Heaven’s vow to me,
that no one will dictate
the day of my decease
but Christ, who’s set the date.