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| 1 | Little child, do you love Jesus? |
| Ask your little heart today; |
| I will tell of One who loves you, |
| Be your answer what it may. |
| Listen softly, listen humbly; |
| Sweet the story is, and true; |
| For my story is of Jesus— |
| Jesus, who once died for you. |
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| 2 | Little child, the Saviour loved you, |
| So He left His home on high; |
| Came on earth a lowly stranger, |
| For your sins to bleed and die. |
| Sin had set its stamp upon you, |
| And must shut you out from God; |
| Jesus came to make atonement, |
| Though it cost His precious blood. |
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| 3 | Little child, the blessed Saviour |
| Wicked men despised and slew, |
| On the cruel cross they nailed Him, |
| With a spear they pierced Him, too. |
| "It is finished!" said the Saviour; |
| Well He knew His work was done; |
| He for sin had made atonement, |
| He, God's holy, spotless Son. |
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| 4 | All creation stood in wonder |
| As He bowed His head and died; |
| Rocks and hills were rent asunder |
| When the Lord was crucified. |
| In a cold, cold grave they laid Him, |
| Thinking not what they had done; |
| Killed the Lord of life and glory, |
| Killed the Christ, God's much-loved Son. |
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| 5 | Little child, death could not hold Him, |
| So the grave gave up its prey; |
| Straight into the heavens He entered, |
| Thence He speaks to you today. |
| Yes, His loving eye is on you, |
| He from sin would set you free, |
| Thus He speaks of little children, |
| "Suffer them to come to Me." |
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