Little Children

Little children, dearest creatures

     That the Lord has ever made;

How I love their pretty features!

     How I love to see them wade!

Up and down the babbling streamlet,

     Laughing in their childish glee,

As they get their little feet wet

     Or the tiny fishes see.

Little children – mothers give them

     All your love and tender care;

When they grow to men and women,

     They the fruit of youth will bear.

Let it be the fruits of goodness,

     Bring them up to know their Lord;

When they find their joy in Jesus,

     Then the mothers gain reward.

June 8, ‘90