Here in this beautiful picture
Dear little Alice we see,
‘Tending the children for mother
While she is busy at tea.
Sewing a doll dress for Mary,
Dainty with tucking and frill,
Telling a story to Baby,
Sitting so quiet and still.
Off on her stool in the corner,
Holding her doll on her knee,
There sits the third little sister,
Listening as hard as can be.
What is this beautiful story,
Alice is telling so well?
Oh! ‘tis tale full of glory
Holding the heart in its spell.
For ‘tis the tale of the Saviour
Dying on Calvary’s tree,
Paying the debt of the sinner,
That you and I might go free.
How He keeps watch o’er the children,
Looks on the world from above,
Leads His redeemed ones to heaven,
Where they may rest in His love.
Could any story be sweeter,
Or one even half so sweet
As the one this little sister
Loves o’er and o’er to repeat?
Precious to her is the Saviour,
Who on the cross shed His blood
For His dear sake, she is tender,
Kind to her sister and good.
Letting the light shine for Jesus,
Living for Him day by day,
Feeling His aid and His presence
Guiding each step of the way.
Children, have you heard the story?
Are you washed whiter than snow?
Tell of the Lord and His glory,
Tell it wherever you go.
Live every day for the Saviour,
Show forth His grace and His love,
Shining for Him ever brighter,
Until you meet Him above.
ML 10/18/1903