Can a little child like me
Thank the Father fittingly?
Yes, oh yes! be good and true,
Faithful, kind, in all you do;
Love the Lord, and do your part;
Learn to say with all your heart,

Father, we thank Thee,
Father, we thank Thee,
Father in Heaven, we thank Thee.

For the fruit upon the tree
For the birds that sing of Thee,
For the earth in beauty dressed,
Father, mother, and the rest,
For Thy precious, loving care,
For Thy bounty everywhere,

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For the sunshine warm and bright,
For the day and for the night,
For the lessons of our youth—
Honor, gratitude and truth,
For the love that met us here,
For the home and for the cheer,

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For our comrades and our plays,
And our happy holidays,
For the joyful work and true
That a little child might do,
For our lives but just begun,
For the great gift of Thy Son,

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Children sing, gladly sing,
Hallelujahs to our King;
Lord of all, great and small,
At His feet with rapture fall;
Children sing, He is near,
Bending still His gracious ear;
Trust in Him, O rejoice!
Praise the Lord with heart and voice.

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Then sing, gladly sing.
Sing, gladly sing.
Till the heav’nly arches ring,
Till you hear the saints above,
Praising God, for He is love.

Journey on hand in hand,
Singing to the promised land,
There is rest, there is rest,
In the kingdom of the blest;
Children sing, gladly sing,
Till the heav’nly arches ring,
Till you hear saints above,
Praising God, for He is love.

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Children sing, when the light
Wakes the rosy morning bright,
When the birds’ tuneful lay,
Hails with joy the op’ning day,
Praise the Lord, He has made
Verdant lawn and forest shade.
Children sing, gladly sing,
Hallelujahs to our King.

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Children sing! who can tell
If the song you love so well,
May not reach one whose heart
Longs to choose the better part?
Stealing soft, like the sigh
Of a zephyr passing by,
Children sing, ever sing,
Loudest praise to God our King.

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Come, children; raise your voices!
The King of Love comes from above,
The heavenly host rejoices.

The Babe lies in the manger;
God seeks His own, by angels known,
But unto men a Stranger.

Though weak and helpless lying,
From Him is giv’n through earth and Heav’n
New life, and peace undying.

But who on earth do greet Him?
A shepherd band with staff in hand
Sets forth by night to meet Him.

And lo! from eastward riding
The wise men three; the star they see,
And follow it confiding.

Oh, Hope of all the ages!
May we find grace to claim our place
Where shepherds kneel and sages.

Hark! hark! the song from youthful voices breaking,
Fresh from the heart its tuneful numbers flow;
How sweet the song of happy children marching,
Praising the Savior as they onward go.

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Hark! hark! the song of holy adoration,
Glory to Jesus, our eternal King;
Praise ye His Name, exalt Him in the highest,
Now and forever shall the anthem ring.

Hark! hark! the song, the grand old story telling,
Oh, how it swells and echoes far away;
Life, love and joy, through Him who hath redeemed us,
Freely is offered in His Name today.

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Sing, children sing; the song you now are waking,
Long, long ago on Judah’s plain began;
When from the sky was heard the midnight chorus,
Peace from our Father and good-will to men.

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Sing, children sing, ’till forward still advancing,
Rank after rank the royal standard wave;
Sing, gladly sing, the wonders of His greatness,
Jesus the mighty One, the Strong to Save.

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Little children, rise and sing,
(Ring the bells of Christmas)
’Tis the birthday of our King,
Blessèd Child of Christmas.

In a stable far away
(Ring the bells of Christmas)
Christ was born that happy day,
Blessèd Child of Christmas.

Joyful shepherds kneeling there,
(Ring the bells of Christmas)
Saw the Babe and said in prayer,
‘Blessèd Child of Christmas.’

Bring your gifts to Mary’s Son
(Ring the bells of Christmas)
God’s own Gift to everyone;
Blessèd Child of Christmas.

Lord, Thy children lowly bending,
Bow before Thy throne;
Praise from youthful lips ascending
Wilt Thou deign to own?
Wilt Thou hear us while we bless Thee,
And confess Thee God alone?

Yes, Thou wilt, for Thou dost love us,
Cam’st for us to die;
Bending from Thy throne above us,
With a pitying eye,
Well we know that Thou art near us,
And will hear us when we cry.

Then our humble praises bringing,
We will seek Thy face;
Hymns with grateful voices singing
In this hallowed place.
We will dare to come before Thee,
And adore Thee, Lord of grace.

Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love;
Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love.

Love Him, love Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love;
Love Him, love Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love.

Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love;
Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love.

Sing to the Lord the children’s hymn,
His gentle love declare,
Who bends amid the seraphim
To hear the children’s prayer.

He at a mother’s breast was fed,
Though God’s own Son was He;
He learnt the first small words He said
At a meek mother’s knee.

He held us to His mighty breast,
The children of the earth;
He lifted up His hands and blessed
The babes of human birth.

Lo! from the stars His face will turn
On us with glances mild;
The angels of His presence yearn
To bless the little child.

Keep us, O Jesus Lord, for Thee,
That so by Thy dear grace
We, children of the font, may see
Our heavenly Father’s face.

Wilt Thou hear the voice of praise
Which the little children raise,
Thou Who art, from endless days,
Glorious God of all?
While the circling year has sped,
Thou hast heavenly blessings shed,
Like the dew, upon each head;
Still on Thee we call.

Still Thy constant care bestow;
Let us each in wisdom grow,
And in favor while below,
With the God above.
In our hearts the Spirit mild,
Which adorned the Savior Child,
Gently soothe each impulse wild
To the sway of love.

Thine example, kept in view,
Jesus, help us to pursue;
Lead us all our journey through
By Thy guiding hand;
And when life on earth is o’er,
Where the blest dwell evermore,
May we praise Thee and adore,
An unbroken band.