1 Blessed Jesus, wilt Thou hear us,
Little children though we be?
Saviour, wilt Thou now be near us,
While we try to sing to Thee?
Thou hast bid us not to fear;--
"Bring the little children near."
2 We have often heard the story
Of Thy great and wondrous love;
How Thou left the world of glory,
And Thy Father's house above,
Here to suffer and to die
For such little ones as I.
3 O how very meek and lowly
Little children then should be,
When the Son of God most holy
Came a little child like me; -
Thou didst suffer grief and shame
Like a meek and quiet lamb.
4 May our sins be all forgiven,
Take our naughty hearts away;
Bring us all at last to heaven,
Ever there with Thee to stay;
There may we, Thy children, raise
Hymns of joy and perfect praise.
Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #247