1 Dear Saviour, as in olden days,
On childhood’s sunny brow,
Thy hands with blessing Thou did’st lay,
O bless the children now.
2 In many lands the children dear,
To idols bow each day;
O send the name of Jesus there,
And teach them how to pray.
3 How joyous will the echo sound
When all the children sing
Their sweetest songs of pray’r and praise,
And own the Saviour King.
|First Line:||Dear Saviour, as in olden days|
|Title:||Dear Saviour, as in Olden Days|
|Author:||Georgia B. Laisy|