There's a Friend for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

A Friend who never changes,

Whose love will never die;

Our earthly friends may fail us,

And change with changing years,

This Friend is always worthy

Of that dear Name he bears.

There's a rest for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

Who love the blessed Savior,

And to the Father cry;

A rest from every turmoil,

From sin and sorrow 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 could be happier there.

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 Savior,

But worship him as King.

There's a crown for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

And all who look for Jesus

Shall wear it by and by;

All, all above is treasured,

And found in Christ alone:

Lord, grant thy little children

To know thee as their own.

Amen.