Children, would you know the story,
Of the Saviour, loving, mild,
How He left the realms of glory,
And became a little child?
In the Bible, blessèd Bible,
Book of books, the best by far,
You can read the wondrous story
Of the wise men and the star.
Would you know His artless childhood,
Free from sin and wicked strife,
Full of smiles and loving favor,
Brave and truthful in His life?
Read the Bible, blessèd Bible,
Read its pages all you can;
It will tell you how He labored,
Loving God and blessing man.
Would you hear His words of wisdom,
See the glory of His face;
How He blessed the little children,
Held them in His close embrace?
In the Bible, precious Bible,
All this matchless love appears;
How He healed the broken hearted,
How He dried the mourner’s tears.
Would you know of that dark garden,
Terraced on the mountainside?
Would you know the taunts and jeerings,
See the cross on which He died?
Read your Bible, precious Bible;
All the story you may know,
And the price of man's redemption,
Saved from sin and endless woe.
—by O. D. Sherman