There's a friend for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend who never changes,
Whose love will never die:
Our earthly friends may fail us,
And change with changing years;
This Friend is always worthy
Of that dear name he bears.

There's a rest for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blessed Saviour,
And to the Father cry:
A rest from every turmoil,
From sin and sorrow free,
Where every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.

There's a home for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy:
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compare;
For everyone is happy,
Nor could be happier, there.

There's a crown for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And all who look for Jesus
Shall wear it by and by:
A crown of brightest glory,
Which he will then bestow
On those who found his favour
And loved his name below.

There's a song for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A song that will not weary,
Though sung continually:
A song which even angels
Can never, never sing;
They know not Christ as Saviour,
But worship him as King.

There's a robe for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
And a harp of sweetest music,
And palms of victory.
All, all above is treasured,
And found in Christ alone:
Lord, grant thy little children
To know thee as their own.


A. Midlane (1825-1909)