1 There’s a Friend for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend who never changes,
Whose love will never die.
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy
The precious name He bears;
This Friend is always worthy
The precious name He bears.

2 There’s a rest for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blesséd Savior,
And to the Father cry.
A rest from every trouble,
From sin and danger free;
There every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally,
There every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.

3 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 every one is happy,
Nor could be happier there,
For every one is happy,
Nor could be happier there.

4 There are crowns for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
And all who look to Jesus
Shall wear them by and by;
Yea, crowns of brightest glory
Which He shall sure bestow
On all who loved the Savior
And walked with Him below,
On all who loved the Savior
And walked with Him below.

5 There are songs for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
And harps of sweetest music,
And hymns of victory:
And all above is pleasure,
And found in Christ alone;
Lord, grant Thy little children,
To know Thee as their own,
Lord, grant Thy little children,
To know Thee as their own.