1 When I hear of Jesus' love,
Unto needy sinners shown,
Then I think of little ones,
Who have never, never known.

Chorus:
Little ones, who have not known
All the story sweet and old,
Wander far like straying lambs,
From the peaceful, happy fold.

2 Far across the ocean wide,
In the islands of the sea,
Waiting for the blessed news,
There are little ones like me. [Chorus]

3 On the prairies far away,
In our own dear, native land,
Many little children stray,
Knowing not the Lord's command. [Chorus]

4 When I hear the story sweet,
I must lift my heart above;
I must pray and work and give,
That they all may know his love. [Chorus]