Little children, when you pray
To God to keep you through the day;
When you ask that He would take
You for Himself, for Jesus’ sake;
When you thank Him for your friends,
And the comforts that He sends;
Don’t forget to breathe a prayer
For those who know not of His care.
Many little ones there are
O’er the seas so very far,
Who never heard of God above,
Who know not of the Saviour’s love;
Multitudes who never heard
From Christian friends this blessed Word—
That “Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,”
Dearly loves a little child,
And bids them always come and pray
To Him to take their sins away:
This Saviour they have never known,
And therefore kneel to wood and stone.
O, children, ask of Him to send
Someone to be the heathen’s friend;
To guide them from destruction’s road
Into the path that leads to God;
That they may have their sins forgiven,
And when they die may go to heaven;
That you and they at last may be
Blessed to all eternity!
ML 10/27/1918