Once again, dear Lord, we pray
For the child­ren far away,
Who have ne­ver ev­en heard
Name of Je­sus, sweet­est word.

Little lips that Thou hast made,
’Neath the far off tem­ple’s shade
Give to gods of wood and stone
Praise that should be all Thine own.

Little hands, whose won­drous skill
Thou hast giv’n to do Thy will,
Offerings bring, and serve with fear
Gods that can­not see or hear.

Teach them, O Thou heav’n­ly King,
All their gifts and praise to bring
To Thy Son, who died to prove
Thy for­giv­ing, sav­ing love.