“Suffer little children,”
Softly Jesus said;
As they came before Him,
By their mothers led.
From the hands that held them,
With no shy alarms,
Willingly they nestled,
In His loving arms.
“Suffer little children,”
For the way is long;
Sins and snares are many,
And the foe is strong;
I will hold them safely,
Guide them with My hand,
Bring them ere the nightfall,
To the children’s land.
“Suffer little children,”
Let them come to Me,
Still the word is wafted,
Over land and sea;
Pity for the helpless,
Strength for those who fall,
In the heart of Jesus,
There is love for all.
ML 06/11/1916