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 home for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory;
A home of peace and joy.
A rest from every turmoil,
From sin and danger free,
Where every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.

There’s a song for little children,
Above the bright blues 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;
A harp of sweetest music,
A palm of victory.
All, all above is treasured,
And found in Christ alone:
O may we trust Thee, Saviour!
That all may be our own.