1. Tho’ our years are young and our strength is weak,
Tho’ we ca­nnot work like men;
We will raise our hands and for Je­sus speak,
We will praise Him all we can.

Refrain:
Clap your hands for joy, cheer­ful songs now bring,
Every li­ttle girl and boy;
Jesus loves to hear lit­tle child­ren sing,
Clap your ti­ny hands for joy.

2. Tho’ we can­not go to the far off lands,
We will glad­ly vol­un­teer,
All to raise to Je­sus our lit­tle hands,
And to praise Him far and near. [Refrain]

3. When our lives were bought, He the ran­som paid,
And He made us white as snow;
So then raise all hands, for the Sav­ior said,
We should praise Him here be­low. [Refrain]

4. We shall sing at last with the blood-washed throng,
On the bright ce­les­ti­al shore;
Then we’ll raise our hands till in sweet­er song,
We shall praise Him for­ev­er­more. [Refrain]