1 Who shall sing, If not the children?
Did not Jesus die for them?
May they not, with other jewels
Sparkle in his diadem?
Why to them were voices given,
Bird-like voices, sweet and clear?
Why, unless the song of heaven
They begin to practise here.
2 There's a choir of infant songsters,
White-robed, round the Saviour's throne;
Angels cease, and, waiting, listen:
Oh, 'tis sweeter than their own!
Faith can hear the rapt'rous choral,
When her ear is upward turn'd:
Is not this the same, perfected,
Which upon the earth they learn'd?
3 Jesus, when on earth sojourning,
Loved them with a wondrous love;
And will he, to heaven returning,
Faithless to his blessing prove?
Oh, they cannot sing too early:
Fathers, stand not in their way!
Birds do sing while day is breaking:
Tell me, then, why should not they?
Source: The Little Seraph: in seven character notes, for churches and Sunday-schools #106a
|First Line:||Who shall sing if not the children|
|Author:||George W. Bethune|