How kind is the Saviour,
How great is His love;
To bless little children
He came from above.
He left holy angels
And their bright abode,
To dwell here with children,
And teach them the road.
He wept in the garden,
And died on the tree,
To open a fountain
For sinners like me
His blood is that fountain
Which pardon bestows,
And cleanseth the foulest
Wherever it flows.
O, help us, blest Saviour,
More sweetly to praise,
And walk in Thy footsteps
The rest of our days.
Then grant us, dear Saviour,
To taste of Thy love,
And praise Thee forever
With children above.
ML 02/24/1924