THERE'S A FRIEND FOR LITTLE CHILDREN

There's a Friend for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

A Friend that never changes,

Whose love will never die:

Unlike our friends by nature,

Who change with changing years,

This Friend is always worthy

The precious name He bears.

There's a rest for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

Who love the blessed Saviour,

And to His Father cry:

A rest from every trouble,

From sin and danger free;

There every little pilgrim

Shall rest eternally.

There's a home for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

Where Jesus reigns in glory,

A home of peace and joy:

No home on earth is like it,

Or can with it compare,

For every one is happy,

Nor can be happier there.

There's a crown for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

And all who look to Jesus

Shall wear it by and by:

A crown of brightest glory,

Which He shall sure bestow

On all who love the Saviour,

And walk with Him below.

There's a song for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

And a harp of sweetest music

For their hymn of victory;

And all above is treasured

And found in Christ alone;

O come, dear little children,

That all may be your own!