I Am a Little Child, ’Tis True

I am a lit­tle child

’tis true

Yet some­thing sure­ly I may do

To make the Sav­ior known;

In love He has re­deemed my soul

He found me sick

He made me whole

And sealed me for His own.

And can I see the hea­then die

And use no means to bring them nigh

Nor Gos­pel mes­sage send?

Can I en­joy my Fa­ther’s smile

And nev­er think that

all the while

They have no Sav­ior friend?

Ah no! this would not be like Him

Who died all na­tions to re­deem;

And who has bid us pray

That all may know the love of God

And all be washed in Je­sus’ blood

Which takes their sins away.

And though I’ve lit­tle to be­stow

Yet giv­en will­ing­ly

I know

The lit­tle I can send

Will be as pleas­ing in His sight

As was the poor old wi­dow’s mite

Which Jesus did com­mend.

Then let me nev­er think or say

That I’m too young a child to pray

Or give for Jesus’ sake:

If done from love to Him alone

The feeb­lest effort He will own

And all the glo­ry take.