Blessèd Sav­ior, Thou didst suf­fer
Little ones to come to Thee.
Lo! we of­fer now our tri­bute,
Let our praise ac­cept­ed be;
’Mid the hal­le­lu­jahs ring­ing,
’Mid the burst of an­gel song,
Stoop to hear our child­ish sing­ing,
Listen to an in­fant throng.

For a cry of deep­est sor­row
Comes across the wa­ters blue:
Ye who know sal­va­tion’s sto­ry,
Haste to help and save us, too;
Shed, oh, shed the Gos­pel glo­ry
O’er the dark­ness of our night,
Till the gloomy sha­dows van­ish
In its full and bless­èd light.

For the poor be­night­ed mill­ions
We can give and work and pray,
And our gifts and pray­ers unit­ed,
Sure will speed that hap­py day,
When, no more to id­ols bow­ing,
All shall own our Je­sus king,
And ten thou­sand voices ring­ing
Shall His praise vic­to­ri­ous sing.