1 Jesus loves a little child,
Smiling in its childish glee;
Says of such in accents mild,
"Let them come to me."
Let them come, forbid them not,
They will sing around the throne;
Millions now are singing there,
Millions more may come.
2 In the blessed Sunday school,
They are taught to fear the Lord;
Here they find his holy way,
Learn to love his word.
Armed with this they may go forth,
Triumph over ev'ry foe,
Spreading joy o'er all the earth,
Soothing human woe.
3 When life's toilsome work is done,
When the stormy strife is o'er,
Then around his shining throne,
On the blissful shore,
Shall his happy children meet,
Sing and shout, their suff'rings o'er,
Cast their crowns at Jesus' feet,
Praise him evermore.
Source: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #752