Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear; Things I would ask Him to tell me If He were here – Scenes by the wayside, Tales of the sea, Stories of Jesus, Tell them to me. First let me hear how the children Stood ’round His knee, And I shall fancy His blessing
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful – The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings. The purple-headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset, and the morning That
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity; Suffer me to come to Thee. Fain I would to Thee be brought – Gracious Lord, forbid it not; In the Kingdom of Thy grace Give a little child a place. Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb, In Thy gracious hands I am; Make
Once in royal David’s city Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed. Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. He came down to earth from Heaven Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable And His cradle
One Christmas, myself and the four children headed into the big city for some us time. We went to a huge mall and had a private visit with Santa. That was fun for the younger two and it was great to see the older two play along. The kids got a small treat from mom, we
Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There by His love o’ershaded, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! ’tis the voice of angels, Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of Glory, Over the jasper sea. Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, There by
I heard the voice of Jesus say: “Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.” I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad; I found in Him a resting place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head; The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes; I love Thee,
Jesus Loves Me Jesus loves me! This I know, For the Bible tells me so; Little ones to Him belong; They are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me; The Bible tells me so. Jesus loves me! He Who died Heaven’s gate to open wide; He will wash away my sin, Let His
