Come, let us sing of Jesus,
The gracious and the good:
Of how He blest the children,
Who round His pathway stood!
I know His eyes were gentle:
I know His words were mild:
I know His touch was tender,
Embracing e’en a child.
But let us hush the music,
And sing in softened tone,
The dreadful death He suffered
For sin, but not His own.
It was our guilt uplifted
The cross on which He died;
The nails were our transgressions;
We pierced His holy side.
But, children, lift your voices,
And swell a, louder song;
For Jesus left His sorrow,
He joined the angel throng.
He rose, and now He liveth,
To hear our grateful praise.
O! let us sing of Jesus!
And bless Him all our days!
ML 11/26/1922