’Tis Jesus loves the little ones,
And calls them as His own;
He’s always with the little ones,
They’re never left alone.
The loving, loving little ones,
The lovely, lovely little ones,
The blessèd, blessèd little ones,
The happy little ones.
Let little ones sing Jesus’ name,
He loves to hear them sing
And fill His courts with joyful sound,
And make His praises ring.
He loves to be with little ones,
And hear their childlike prayer;
And tenderly He takes them up
Into His loving care.
’Tis Jesus whom the little ones
May call their loving king;
’Tis He that makes them angels, too,
His name for aye to sing.