Let the little children come,
Let them come to Me!
There is room for everyone,
There is room for thee!
I have died for little ones,
Sinners though they be;
God will call them His own sons,
If they come to Me.
God has loved the children dear,
So He gave His Son;
To Himself to bring them near,
Come then, little one!
Soon I will return again,
All Mine own to take;
Where no sorrow is, nor pain;
E’en the dead I’ll wake.
With Myself and like Me, too,
Beautiful and glad;
All My glory they shall view,
None shall e’er be sad.
ML 09/19/1937