COME to Jcsus, come away,
In the morning of your day;
Night is coming, death is nigh,
To the Saviour's bosom fly.
COME to Jesus, at His call—
He has sent for one and all
He invites you, hark, 'tis He!
"Little children, come to Me.”
I became a babe for you,
Suffered shame and sorrow too;
Died for sins on Calvary's tree,
That you all might come to Me. "
My arms and heart can all receive,
My hands have blessings full to give;
My home in heaven the home shall be
Of every child that comes to Me."
Messages of God’s Love 11/24/1929