Thank God for little children, 
Bright flowers by earth's wayside, 
The dancing, joyous lifeboats 
Upon life's stormy tide. 

Thank God for little children; 
When our skies are cold and gray, 
They come as sunshine to our hearts, 
And charm our cares away. 

I almost think the angels, 
Who tend life's garden fair, 
Drop down the sweet wild blossoms 
That bloom around us here. 

It seems a breath of heaven 
Round many a cradle lies, 
And every little baby 
Brings a message from the skies. 

Dear mothers, guard these jewels. 
As sacred offerings meet, 
A wealth of household treasures 
To lay at Jesus' feet.