GOD hears what little children say,
He loves to listen when they pray;
And when they tell him all they need,
They find that he is rich indeed.
Why should you little children cry,
Or fret when such a friend is nigh?
Dear little ones, look up to heaven
Till happy thoughts to you are given.
Think of the blessed Saviour’s love,
How Jesus left his home above:
But men despised the words he said;
And crowned with thorns his holy head.
They did not love the Saviour dear,
Who came in grace to sinners here;
And though he sought the lost to save,
They killed and put him in the grave.
But lo! he’s risen from the grave,
And bears the greatest, sweetest name —
The Lord, almighty now to save
From sin, from death, from endless shame.
Dear children, are your sins forgiven?
Oh, look to Jesus up in heaven;
Believe on him this very day,
His blood can wash your sins away.