This pretty bird, O! how she flies and sings,
But could she do so if she had not wings?
Her wings bespeak my faith, her songs my peace;
When I believe and sing my doubtings cease.
More verses by John Bunyan
- An Introduction To The Ensuing Discourse.
- Of Moses And His Wife
- O Wondrous Dreamer, With Thy Power Divine,
- Upon The Fish In The Water
- Of The Love Of Christ