Clap Your Hands for Joy (Kurzenknabe)

Tho’ our years are young and our strength is weak

Tho’ we ca­nnot work like men;

We will raise our hands and for Je­sus speak

We will praise Him all we can.

Clap your hands for joy

cheer­ful songs now bring

Every li­ttle girl and boy;

Jesus loves to hear lit­tle child­ren sing

Clap your ti­ny hands for joy.

Tho’ we can­not go to the far off lands

We will glad­ly vol­un­teer

All to raise to Je­sus our lit­tle hands

And to praise Him far and near.

When our lives were bought

He the ran­som paid

And He made us white as snow;

So then raise all hands

for the Sav­ior said

We should praise Him here be­low.

We shall sing at last with the blood-washed throng

On the bright ce­les­ti­al shore;

Then we’ll raise our hands till in sweet­er song

We shall praise Him for­ev­er­more.