Little children, come to Jesus,
Youthful days are dying fast,
And your happy golden morning,
With the years will soon be past.
Come while He is gently calling-,
Now the door is open wide,
Enter quickly ere it closes,
Take your stand with Him inside.
Little children, wait no longer,
Till your love has colder grown,
While your heart is young and tender,
Claim the Saviour for your own.
Jesus died for little children,
Lifted high on Calvary;
His shed blood the mighty ransom,
Such the cost to set you free.
Little children, He is waiting,
At your heart’s door now He stands,
Knocking, pleading, for a welcome,
Holding out His blessed hands.
Lowly bow the knee before Him;
Let your heart believe His word;
Jesus loves the little children,
Sweetest story ever heard.
ML 07/25/1943