'A little bird I am, br Shut from the fields of air, br And in my cage I sit and sing br To Him who placed me there: br Well pleased a prisoner to be, br Because, my God, it pleases Thee! br br 'Naught have I else to do; br I sing the whole day long; br And He whom most I love to please br Doth listen to my song, br He caught and bound my wandering wing, br But still He bends to hear me sing.