Once again, dear Lord, we pray
Once again, dear Lord, we pray
for the children far away,
who have never even heard
Name of Jesus, sweetest word.
Little lips thou hast made,
'neath the far off temple's shade
give to gods of wood and stone
praise that should be all thine own.
Little hands, whose wondrous skill
thou hast given to do thy will,
offerings bring and serve with fear
gods that cannot see or hear.
Teach them, O thou heavenly King,
all their gifts and praises to bring
to thy Son, who died to prove
thy forgiving, saving love.
Words: Mary Jane Willcox, 1888
Music: Munus,
Posen
Meter: 77 77
Website compiled by
Steve Benner
, 1999-2003.
