Long ago, in ancient days,
Children sang the Saviour’s praise.
Sweet hosannas did they raise
To the lowly King.
We now praise the children’s Lord;
Heart and voice, with one accord,
Join to spread His fame abroad,
Joyful songs to sing.
When He lived on earth below,
Little ones to Him might go;
For the Saviour loved them so,
None were turned away.
Now, though He is gone on high,
Still He hears the children’s cry,
Looks upon us from the sky,
Listens when we pray.
Let us, then, with willing mind,
Praise this Friend so good and kind,
Those who seek Him early find,
“Come,” He says, “to Me.”
He will wash your sins away,
He will keep you lest you stray;
He will teach you, day.by day,
More like Him to be.
ML-08/04/1935