There’s a Friend for little children Above the bright blue sky; A Friend who never changes, Whose love can never die. Unlike our friends by nature, Who change from year to year, This Friend is always worthy And He is always near. There’s a rest for little children Above the bright blue sky; Who love the blessed Saviour, And “Abba, Father,” cry; A rest from every turmoil, From sin and danger free; Where every little pilgrim Shall rest eternally. There’s a home for little children Above the bright blue sky; Where Jesus reigns in glory, A home of peace and joy. No home on earth is like it, Or can with it compare; For everyone is happy, Nor could be happier there. There’s a crown for little children Above the bright blue sky; And all who look for Jesus Shall wear it by and by. A crown of brightest glory, Which He will then bestow On all who’ve found His favor, And loved His name below. There’s a song for little children Above the bright blue sky; A song that will not weary, Though sung eternally; A song which even angels Can never, never sing; They know not Christ as Saviour, But worship Him as King. There’s a robe for little children Above the bright blue sky; And a harp of sweetest music, And a palm of victory; All, all above is treasured And found in Christ alone; Oh, come, dear little children, That all may be your own.