There's a Friend for Little Children

There's a friend for little children Above the bright blue sky; A Friend who never changeth Whose love can 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 For those who love the Saviour, And Abba Father cry A rest from every trouble From sin and danger free, Where every little pilgrim Shall rest eternally.

There's a home for 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 every one is happy Nor can be happier there.

There's a crown for little children Above the bright blue sky And all who look to Jesus Shall wear it by and by A crown of brighter glory Which He will then bestow On those who found His favour, And loved Him here below.

There's a song for little children Above the bright blue sky A song that will not weary Though sung continually; A song which even angels Can never, never sing, They know not Christ as Saviour But worship Him as King.

There's a robe for little children Above the bright blue sky, A harp of sweetest music A palm of victory All, all above is treasured And found in Christ alone Oh, come, dear little children That all may be your own.