Though I Am But A Little Child And Littl


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.

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]

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]