Jesus is our lov­ing Sav­ior,
He, our best, our con­stant friend;
In His ser­vice life is plea­sure,
For He lov­eth to the end.
Loving Sav­ior, lov­ing Sav­ior,
Here we at Thy foot­stool bend,
Here we at Thy foot­stool bend.

Jesus is the child­ren’s Sav­ior!
’Twas for them He shed His blood;
Died, that poor and needy sin­ners
Might be re­con­ciled to God.
Dying Sav­ior! Dy­ing Sav­ior!
Bearing thus our sin­ful load,
Bearing thus our sin­ful load.

Jesus is the child­ren’s Sav­ior!
Suffer them, He says, to come.
If they seek His face and fa­vor,
They shall share His heav’n­ly home.
Risen Sav­ior! Ris­en Sav­ior!
Never more from Thee to roam,
Never more from Thee to roam.

Loving, suf­fer­ing, dy­ing Sav­ior!
Risen, glo­ri­ous on Thy throne,
Haste the day when ev­ery id­ol
Shall by truth be ov­er­thrown.
And the king­doms, and the king­doms
Of the earth to Thee be­long,
Of the earth to Thee be­long.