THERE'S a Friend for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend that never changes,
Whose love will never die;
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change with changing years;
This Friend is always worthy
The precious Name He bears.
There's a rest for little children
Above the bright blue sky
Who love the blessed Saviour,
And to His Father cry;
A rest from ev'ry trouble,
From sin and danger free;
There ev'ry little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.
There's a home of 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 ev'ryone is happy,
Nor can be happier there.
There's crown for little children
Above the bright blue sky
And all who look to Jesus
Shall wear it by and by;
A crown of brightest glory,
Which He shall sure bestow
On all who love the Saviour,
And walk with Him below.
There's a song for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And a harp of sweetest music
For their hymn of victory;
And all above is pleasure,
And found in Christ alone;
O come, dear little children,
That all may be your own!