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| 1 | There's a Friend for little children |
| Above the bright blue sky; |
| A Friend who never changes, |
| Whose love can never die. |
| Unlike our friends by nature, |
| Who change from year to year, |
| This Friend is always worthy |
| And He is always near. |
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| 2 | There's a rest for little children |
| Above the bright blue sky; |
| Who love the blessed Saviour, |
| And "Abba, Father," cry; |
| A rest from every turmoil, |
| From sin and danger free; |
| Where every little pilgrim |
| Shall rest eternally. |
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| 3 | There's a home for little children |
| Above the bright blue sky; |
| Where Jesus reigns in glory, |
| A home of peace and joy. |
| No home on earth is like it, |
| Or can with it compare; |
| For everyone is happy, |
| Nor could be happier there. |
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| 4 | There's a crown for little children |
| Above the bright blue sky; |
| And all who look for Jesus |
| Shall wear it by and by. |
| A crown of brightest glory, |
| Which He will then bestow |
| On all who've found His favor, |
| And loved His name below. |
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| 5 | There's a song for little children |
| Above the bright blue sky; |
| A song that will not weary, |
| Though sung eternally; |
| A song which even angels |
| Can never, never sing; |
| They know not Christ as Saviour, |
| But worship Him as King. |
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| 6 | There's a robe for little children |
| Above the bright blue sky; |
| And a harp of sweetest music, |
| And a palm of victory; |
| All, all above is treasured |
| And found in Christ alone; |
| Oh, come, dear little children, |
| That all may be your own. |
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