Little children, heavy-laden,
With your sin and woe,
Come to Jesus, He invites you,
Wants you so.
Let His own sweet word of promise
Drive away all doubt,
"Come to Me now, I will never
Cast you out."
His, the blood—the only cleansing
You can ever know,
It will make your sins—now scarlet—
White as snow.
You can never make atonement,
That is fully made;
You can never pay the ransom
He has paid.
Let your heart go out toward Him
In a simple faith,
He is willing now to save you,
As He saith.
Yes! the living, loving Saviour
Waits to make you free;
Waits to give you peace and pardon,
"Come and see."