Oh, May the Days of Childhood

Oh

may the days of child­hood

Be ever free from care.

Like song­sters in the wild­wood

Sing prais­es ev­ery­where.

Let child­ren sing the glo­ry

Of God

the heav’n­ly King

And tell the same old sto­ry

Of Christ’s own of­fer­ing.

Let child­ren feel they’re want­ed

To la­bor

love and pray

To fight the foe un­daunt­ed

In child­hood’s ear­ly day.

Each child

what­e’er his sta­tion

Can take an ac­tive part

To save a hea­then na­tion

To pur­ify their heart.

Then child­ren send the sto­ry

Across the migh­ty sea

’Twill gain a crown of glo­ry

For all eter­ni­ty.

Then let the days of child­hood

Be ev­er free from care

Like song­sters in the wild­wood

Sing prais­es ev­ery­where.