1 Lord, teach a little child to pray,
To plead for mercy in thy name;
O turn me not in grief away,
When I thy precious promise claim.
Whene’er I turn my eyes to thee,
Regard my pray’r and pity me.
2 When suff’rers thronged thee long ago,
And thou such wondrous work didst do;
Relief was found in every woe,
And children were made welcome too. [Refrain]
3 Thy hands once held in fond caress
The little children on thy knee,
And to thy bosom thou didst press
The weak and helpless ones like me. [Refrain]Source: Gospel Jewels #82