There’s A Friend For Little Children,
Above The Bright Blue Sky ;
A Friend Who Never Changeth,
Whose Love Can Never Die.
Unlike Our Friends By Nature,
Who Change With Changing Years,
This Friend Is Always Worthy,
The Precious Name He Bears.

There’s A Rest For Little Children,
Above The Bright Blue Sky ;
Who Love The Blessed Saviour,
And Abba, Father, Cry;
A Rest From Every Turmoil,
From Sin And Danger 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 Every One 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 All Who’ve 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 A Palm Of Victory,
All, All Above Is Treasured,
And Found In Christ Alone ;
Oh, Come, Dear Little Children,
That All May Be Your Own.