Joyful Lays ‎#136

136. Though I am but a little Child

1 Tho' I am but a little child,
And little I can earn,
Yet He who died for children’s sake
The off’ring will not spurn;
For I will add, for sweet perfume
The frankincense of prayer;
And love may venture with a gift,
Where angels would not dare.

Refrain:
Tho' I am but a little child,
And little I can earn,
Yet He who died for children’s sake
The off’ring will not spurn.

2 How happy was the little lad
Who brought his fishes small,
His simple cakes of barley bread,
And freely gave them all;
In Thy dear hand I too would lay,
Dear Lord, my gift of love,
Wert Thou upon the earth today,
Or I in heaven above. [Refrain]

3 Yet far and wide through all the world,
With famished hearts and sad,
How many children wait, dear Lord,
For joys we long have had;
I’ll gladly send Thy Bread of Life,
To these so dear to Thee,
While Thou dost whisper to my soul,
This hast thou done for me. [Refrain]

Text Information

• First Line: Tho' I am but a little child
• Title: Though I am but a little Child
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1884
• Scripture:
  Proverbs 11:20

Tune Information

• Name: [Tho' I am but a little child]
• Composer: W. H. Doane
• Key: F Major