Three children dear, in a happy home,
Grew bonny and blithe all day,
The sunshine smiled, on each fair child,
And on their pleasant play.
These children glad, in their happy home,
Of the Lord of Glory heard;
Their mother mild, each darling child
Taught God’s undying word.
The tale of the wondrous night she told,
When to earth the Saviour came;
Repeated the song of the angel throng,
And sang of Jesus’ Name.
Of Eden she told with its tale of shame;
God’s judgment of guilty man;
Yet spake of the grace, which in His place,
Gave Jesus—perfect plan!
And then, with tears, of the Cross she spake;
Its sorrow, its anguish, cry;
How Jesus bowed, beneath the cloud;
Hidden from God on high.
Anon of Him uprisen she told,
How He won the fight alone,
How He went on high, above the sky,
Where He will bring His own.
What grace, said she, to ope that home!
How kind is He to His flock!
And the mother smiled as she saw each child
Hide safe in Christ her Rock.
Two children have left earth’s happy home,
They are gone with Christ to rest.
His Father’s love to share above,
In mansions bright and blest.
In your homes so glad, ye mothers fond,
Your babes of the Saviour tell,
And Him shall they know, while on earth below;
Above, His praises swell.
So when He comes on the shining cloud,
To raise His glorious Bride,
Ye may rejoice to hear His voice;
Your children at your side.
ML 01/14/1917