Thank God for Little Children.

Thank God for Little Children.

Thank God for little children,Bright flowers by earth’s wayside,The dancing, joyous lifeboatsUpon life’s stormy tide.Thank God for little children;When our skies are cold and gray,They come as sunshine to our hearts,And charm our cares away.I almost think the angels,Who tend life’s garden fair,Drop down the sweet wild blossomsThat bloom around us here.It seems a breath of heavenRound many a cradle lies,And every little babyBrings a message from the skies.Dear mothers, guard these jewels,As sacred offerings meet,A wealth of household treasuresTo lay at Jesus’ feet.

Thank God for little children,Bright flowers by earth’s wayside,The dancing, joyous lifeboatsUpon life’s stormy tide.Thank God for little children;When our skies are cold and gray,They come as sunshine to our hearts,And charm our cares away.I almost think the angels,Who tend life’s garden fair,Drop down the sweet wild blossomsThat bloom around us here.It seems a breath of heavenRound many a cradle lies,And every little babyBrings a message from the skies.Dear mothers, guard these jewels,As sacred offerings meet,A wealth of household treasuresTo lay at Jesus’ feet.

Thank God for little children,Bright flowers by earth’s wayside,The dancing, joyous lifeboatsUpon life’s stormy tide.

Thank God for little children,

Bright flowers by earth’s wayside,

The dancing, joyous lifeboats

Upon life’s stormy tide.

Thank God for little children;When our skies are cold and gray,They come as sunshine to our hearts,And charm our cares away.

Thank God for little children;

When our skies are cold and gray,

They come as sunshine to our hearts,

And charm our cares away.

I almost think the angels,Who tend life’s garden fair,Drop down the sweet wild blossomsThat bloom around us here.

I almost think the angels,

Who tend life’s garden fair,

Drop down the sweet wild blossoms

That bloom around us here.

It seems a breath of heavenRound many a cradle lies,And every little babyBrings a message from the skies.

It seems a breath of heaven

Round many a cradle lies,

And every little baby

Brings a message from the skies.

Dear mothers, guard these jewels,As sacred offerings meet,A wealth of household treasuresTo lay at Jesus’ feet.

Dear mothers, guard these jewels,

As sacred offerings meet,

A wealth of household treasures

To lay at Jesus’ feet.


Back to IndexNext