Lord, a little child, and sinful,
Such as this I come to Thee;
I am very weak and helpless,
Yet my Saviour Thou wilt be.
In Thy Word I see it written,
“‘Twas for sinners Jesus died.”
Lord, I own I’m lost and guilty,
Thou for sin wast crucified.
Blessed Lord, Thou wilt receive me,
Thou wilt wash me clean and white;
For Thy precious blood can make me
Holy-spotless in Thy sight.
Thou, O Lord, didst come from heaven,
Thou didst die instead of me;
Lord, I love Thee for Thy goodness,
For Thy death has made me free.
Now I am Thy child forever,
Washed and purchased by Thy blood;
At Thy matchless grace I wonder,
Precious, spotless Son of God.
And I want, O Lord, to please Thee,
In my simple, humble way;
In my work, or play, or lessons,
And my duties day by day.
O! how sweet when Jesus sees me,
Should He say in accents mild—
“There’s a little child that loves me
And I love that little child.”
ML 11/19/1916