Little child, the Saviour loved you,
So He left His home on high;
Came on earth a lowly stranger
For your sins to bleed and die.
Sin had set its stamp upon you,
And must shut you out from God,
Jesus came to make atonement,
Though it cost His precious blood.
“It is finished!” said the Saviour;
Well He knew His work was done,
He for sin had made atonement,
He, God’s holy, spotless Son.
ML 06/13/1937