1 Once again, dear Lord, we pray For the children far away, who have never even heard Jesus' name, sweetest word. 2 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. 3 Little hands, whose wondrous skill Thou hast given to do Thy will, Offerings bring, and serve with fear Gods that cannot see or hear. 4 Teach them, O Thou heavenly King, All their gifts and praise to bring To Thy Son, who died to prove Thy forgiving, saving love.