Children, would you know the sto­ry,
Of the Sav­ior, lov­ing, mild,
How He left the realms of glo­ry,
And be­came a lit­tle child?
In the Bi­ble, bless­èd Bi­ble,
Book of books, the best by far,
You can read the won­drous story
Of the wise men and the star.

Would you know His art­less child­hood,
Free from sin and wick­ed strife,
Full of smiles and lov­ing fa­vor,
Brave and truth­ful in His life?
Read the Bi­ble, bless­èd Bi­ble,
Read its pag­es all you can;
It will tell you how He la­bored,
Loving God and bless­ing man.

Would you hear His words of wis­dom,
See the glo­ry of His face;
How He blessed the lit­tle child­ren,
Held them in His close em­brace?
In the Bi­ble, pre­cious Bi­ble,
All this match­less love ap­pears;
How He healed the brok­en heart­ed,
How He dried the mourn­er’s tears.

Would you know of that dark gar­den,
Terraced on the mount­ain­side?
Would you know the taunts and jeer­ings,
See the cross on which He died?
Read your Bi­ble, pre­cious Bi­ble;
All the sto­ry you may know,
And the price of man’s re­demp­tion,
Saved from sin and end­less woe.