If little children knew the love
Which dwells in Jesus’ breast,
How would they come to Him by faith
All anxious to be blest!
“Come unto Me,” He sweetly cries:
“Come little children, come;
Come to My open arms and heart;
Come to My happy home.”
Thus Jesus speaks, Who makes reply,
“O Lord, I come to Thee;
Thy precious love hath won my heart,
Thine henceforth I will be?”
O precious choice, if such be thine,
Then thou indeed art blest:
Peace thy companion here shall be,
There, everlasting rest.
ML 12/27/1942