There’s a friend for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

A friend who never changes

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 rest for little children

Above the bright blue sky

For those who love the Saviour,

And Abba Father cry

A rest from every trouble

From sin and danger 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 on peace and joy

No home on earth is like it

Nor can with it compare

For every One is happy

Nor can be happier there.

There’s a crown for little children

Above the bright blue sky,

And all who look to Jesus

Shall wear it by and by

A crown of brightest glory

Which he will then bestow

On those who found his favour,

And loved him here below.

There’s a crown 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 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

Oh, come, dear little children

That all may be you own.