Though I Am But a Little Child

Verse 1

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.

Chorus

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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.