There’s a Friend for Little Children

There’s a friend for lit­tle child­ren

Above the bright blue sky

A friend who nev­er chang­es

Whose love will nev­er die;

Our earth­ly friends may fail us

And change with chang­ing years

This friend is al­ways wor­thy

Of that dear name He bears.

There’s a rest for lit­tle child­ren

Above the bright blue sky

Who love the bless­èd Sav­ior

And to the Fa­ther cry

A rest from ev­ery tur­moil

From sin and sor­row free

Where 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

Nor can with it com­pare;

For ev­ery­one is hap­py

Nor could be hap­pi­er there.

There’s a crown for lit­tle child­ren

Above the bright blue sky

And all who look for Je­sus

Shall wear it by and by;

A crown of bright­est glo­ry

Which He will then be­stow

On those who found his fa­vor

And loved His name be­low.

There’s a song for lit­tle child­ren

Above the bright blue sky

A song that will not wea­ry

Though sung con­tin­ual­ly;

A song which ev­en an­gels

Can nev­er

nev­er sing

They know not Christ as Sav­ior

But wor­ship Him as king.

There’s a robe for lit­tle child­ren

Above the bright blue sky

And a harp of sweet­est music

And palms of vic­to­ry.

All

all above is trea­sured

And found in Christ alone:

O come

dear lit­tle child­ren

That all may be your own.