Little Children, You'd Better Believe

Verse 1

My father's gone a journey, Do n't you see him going away? He's gone behind the altar To stay till judgment day.

Chorus

Little children, you 'd better believe; Little children, you 'd better believe; Little children, you 'd better believe, We'll get home by and by.

Verse 2

Do you think you will be able To meet him in the air, When Gabriel blows the trumpet And sounds it everywhere?

Verse 3

Yes, I think I will be able, If I will only pray, And live right close to Jesus, And serve him every day.

Verse 4

My father spoke to the children, And he spoke in truth divine' The Church is all a-mourning, For this is a weeping time.

Verse 5

The sting of death is bitter, No mortal tongue can tell; My father's tried the waters, He's gone with Christ to dwell.