The eightieth entry in my weekly series Then Sings My Soul: The Hymns of My Youth may appear to take a bit of a departure from the usual tone, but my excuse is that I actually recall singing it in the adult service rather than in Sunday School. The drone of the organ at the end of the verses is the give-away for me. For some reason the organ — no matter who the organist was — in the church always seemed to drone on a bit after the voices had died out and the piano had stopped. It was always piano and organ in my youth… guitars and drums weren’t until much later. “Praise Him, All Ye Little Children” isn’t being presented today with an type of background on its inspiration or story about the composer… the hymn (or song?) is actually anonymous, though the music is by Carey Bonner, who lived from 1859-1938. And that’s all we’ve got to go on. I wonder, does anyone else have memories of this song? Perhaps you imagine the Anglo-Saxon Jesus when you sing it? When I was a kid, this was what Jesus looked like. We had pictures to proove it.
Praise Him, All Ye Little Children
Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love;
Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love.Love Him, love Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love;
Love Him, love Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love.Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love;
Thank Him, thank Him, all ye little children,
God is love, God is love.
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