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 bless­èd Sav­ior,
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 fa­vor
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 Sav­ior,
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:
O come, dear lit­tle child­ren
That all may be your own.