LITTLE child, whose tripping feet 

Tread the very earth He trod. 

Underneath the sunshine sweet, 

Do you love God? 

Little child, in heaven above, 

By the angels he's adored; 

Yet he stoops to ask your love, 

Do you love God? 

Each new morning, little child, 

Has he blessings on you poured: 

See, his arms are opened wide,— 

Do you love God? 

Little child, seek him today! 

Who so worthy as the Lord? 

Begin this very hour to say, 

"I do love God!" 

Marie Bell