In the lands
beyond the sea,
countless million children be,
who have never heard the
gospel story told.
Little ones for whom the Christ died
and bought them with a price,
waiting to be gathered in the
Savior's fold.
Jesus loves the little children,
all the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white,
they are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children
of the world
Everywhere we hear them cry,
come and save us or we die
Who will haste to ease
the blessed news to tell?
They are precious to the King,
let us grow these lambs to pray
To the gracious arms of Him
we love so well
Jesus loves the little children,
all the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white,
they are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world
From the east and from the west
See them longing to be blessed
Precious jewels to adorn His riot dance
If we thus obey the law
We shall reap a sure reward
When He comes again to gather us again
Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world
Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little chil
dren of the world
Jesus loves the little chil
dren of the world