1 In the lands beyond the sea
Countless million children be
Who have never heard the gospel story told;
Little ones for whom the Christ
Died, and bo’t them with a price,
Waiting to be gathered in the Savior’s fold.
Jesus loves the little children,
All the children are His care;
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in His sight;
Jesus loves the little children ev’rywhere.
2 Ev’rywhere we hear their cry,
“Come and save us or we die;”
Who will haste to these the blessed news to tell?
They are precious to the King;
Let us go these lambs to bring
To the gracious arms of Him we love so well. [Chorus]
3 From the east and from the west
See them thronging to be blest,
Precious jewels to adorn His diadem.
If we thus obey the Lord
We shall reap a sure reward
When He comes again to gather us and them. [Chorus]
Source: Melodies of Praise #309