JESUS loves the little children,
Ever watchful is His care,
And He warms, and clothes, and feeds them,
And He listens to their prayer.
Though He's high in heavenly glory,
Still His watchful eyes are here,
Ever on the ones who trust Him,
To His loving heart so dear.
Jesus loves the little children,
He, for them, on Calvary died,
And by wicked hands was smitten,
Mocked, and scorned, and crucified.
Death's strong hold could not retain Him,
For He left the silent grave;
Broke the power of death and Satan,
Mighty Conqueror now to save.
Jesus loves the little children,
And for them went up on high,
And His home is now made ready,
Far above the starry sky.
Soon He'll come for all who love Him,
Take them to His home above,
Where they'll know in all its fulness,
His unchanging, ceaseless love.
Jesus loves the little children,
He would have you trust Him now;
Own Him as your Lord and Master,
Lowly now before Him bow.
Then through life you'll find Him precious,
He will be your strength and stay,
And when life for you is ended,
With Him you will ever be.