Little children, ‘tis a pleasure
To the Clod who dwells on high,
As He sees you search the Scriptures,
Learn of Him who came to die.
Blessed book that tells of Jesus
And of all He’s dope for thee;
Of His birth in Bethlehem’s manger,
Of His death on Calvary’s tree.
Tells of how in every action,
Every thought and word and look,
All He did to please the Father;
What a blessed, wondrous book.
As you read its sacred pages,
For the answers, may you find
Treasures there of richest beauty
For the heart, and soul, and mind.
Search its pages for the answers
To the questions, month by month;
Learn of Him, God’s priceless Treasure,
In the days of early youth.
May His blessings, rich, eternal,
Be your portion evermore,
Till you rest in, heavenly brightness,
With Himself on yonder shore.