O come to Jesus, little child,
For He hath said you may;
And you shall dwell in heaven above,
Through God’s eternal day.
Though you have sins of crimson glow,
Yet Jesus died for thee:
His blood will wash you “white as snow,”
And He says “Come to Me.”
Then come to Jesus, little child;
Yes, come without a doubt;
For He hath promised to receive,
And in no wise cast out.
O! He is loving, good, and kind,
He’ll be a friend to thee;
And soon will come and take thee home,
His glory there to see.
ML 07/02/1933