Once again
dear Lord
we pray
For the children far away
Who have never even heard
Name of Jesus
sweetest word.
Little lips that Thou hast made
’Neath the far off temple’s shade
Give to gods of wood and stone
Praise that should be all Thine own.
Little hands
whose wondrous skill
Thou hast giv’n to do Thy will
Offerings bring
and serve with fear
Gods that cannot see or hear.
Teach them
O Thou heav’nly King
All their gifts and praise to bring
To Thy Son
who died to prove
Thy forgiving
saving love.
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