Sweetly, in a railway train,
Rose an old familiar strain
From a little girl of three,
Sitting on her father's knee.
"Jesus laves me this I know.
For the Bible tells tile so,
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak but He is strong."
Hushed were voices all around,
Ears bent low to catch the sound;
Hearts were moved by mem'ries clear,
Eyes grew dim with childhood's tear.
All unconscious who had heard,
Knowing not what thoughts she stirred,
Still a little higher rang
From the baby lips that sang—
"Jesus lubes me, He who died,
Heben’s gate to open wide,
He 'ill wash away my sin,
Let a 'ittle child tum in."
Yet again the cadence came,
Breathing sweet that precious Name,
Till, upon her father's breast,
Batty, gently sank to rest.
But the darling's little song
Soothed one heart amid that throng,
And from care it rose above,
Trusting in the Saviour's love.
Messages of God’s Love 7/8/1934