| Intro | Verse |
| C | C7 | F | |
| What a b | eautiful th | ought I am th | inking |
| G7 | C | |
| Con | cerning the great speckled b | ird |
| C7 | F | |
| And to know that my n | ame is re | corded |
| G7 | C | |
| On the p | ages of God's Holy W | ord |
| C7 | F | |
| Desiring to l | ower her st | andard |
| G7 | C | |
| They w | atch every move that she m | akes |
| C7 | F | |
| They long to find f | ault with her t | eachings |
| G7 | C | |
| But r | eally she makes no mis | take |
| Instrumental | Verse |
| C7 | F | |
| I am glad I have l | earned of her m | eekness |
| G7 | C | |
| I am g | lad that my name is on her b | ook |
| C7 | F | |
| For I want to be o | ne never f | earing |
| G7 | C | |
| The f | ace of my Savior to l | ook |
| C7 | F | |
| And when He cometh des | cending from h | eaven |
| G7 | C | |
| On a c | loud like He said in His W | ord |
| C7 | F | |
| I'll be joyfully c | arried to meet H | im |
| G7 | C | |
| On the w | ings of the great speckled b | ird |
| Instrumental | Verse |