Links upon links of broken chains,
Dust upon dust, line upon line;
Each but the memory of a name,
Man’s life, one syllable of time.
But tell me how He names the stars
And marks each sparrow when it falls;
Of One who stores wind-ridden fire,
Yet gathers loaves, each basketful.
Of Him who seeks one straying sheep,
Bestower of no distant fame,
Be this remembrance that we seek:
God knows me, and He knows my name.