How kind is the Saviour! how great is His love!
To bless little children He came from above;
He left holy angels and their bright abode,
To live here with children and teach them the road.

He wept in the garden and died on the tree,
To open a fountain for sinners like me:
His blood is that fountain, which pardon bestows,
And cleanses the foulest wherever it flows.

O help us, blest Jesus, more sweetly to praise,
And walk in Thy footsteps the rest of our days!
Then raise us, dear Saviour, to taste of Thy love,
And praise Thee forever, with children above!