Jesus loved the little children,
Gently took them by the hand,
As they stood with upturned faces,
In that far-off Eastern land.
Still the Saviour loves the children,
For He died that they might live.
Blest eternal life He gives them,
If they trust Him and believe.
Howe’er young and weak and tender,
They are precious to the Lord.
He will cherish, guide, and strengthen
All who love to hear His Word.
Jesus loves the little children,
Still is bidding them to come;
He will keep them all their journey
Till they reach His glorious Home.
ML 11/22/1942