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.