Fellow Christian, God has given
To you a sacred charge,
To gather in the little ones,
The small as well as large.
He asks of you to bring to Him
The young as well as old;
For in His sight the souls of men
Are far more worth than gold.
‘Twas by the word that from His lips
The world and all therein
Came into being, but how great
The work of purging sin.
The soul of that dear little child
Is precious in His sight,
And ‘tis a privilege you have
To bring them to the light.
O! think of what a portion lies
Beyond the reach of hope,
Where every soul that knows not Christ
Will drink the bitter cup.
Store well their minds with sacred things,
The plain, pure gospel teach,
Leave it with Him to do the rest,
And He their hearts will reach.
And if at times discouragements
Of every kind appear,
O, falter not, remember to
The Saviour they are dear.
Just look upon that little child
And think of Satan’s aim
To lead that precious soul astray,
To suffer endless shame.
And can you let those souls be lost,
By carelessness to win
In early life, the little ones
Back from the paths of sin?
O! Christian, seize the privilege
So quickly gliding o’er.
Tell to the little children—
Christ lives forever More.
Yes, tell to them that Jesus
To save their souls did die,
And tell them of the welcome
That awaiteth them on high.
A little while, and Jesus
Will call you faraway,
To spend with Him in glory
One endless, cloudless day.
O may there be some jewels,
To deck your crown up there;
The souls of little children
You won for Him while here.
Remember, too, in service,
‘Tis only in His hand
You can draw the hearts of children
To that bright and better land.
Then seek with fervent purpose
The young to gather in,
And bring them unto Jesus,
Saved from the paths of sin.
Canst thou tell the value of a soul immortal? Worlds on worlds, amazing pomp.
Redouble that amaze, then twice ten thousand add.
One soul outweighs them all, and call the astonishing magnificence of an unintelligent creation—poor.