From heaven the Lord and Saviour speaks,
O, listen; He your blessing seeks;
He calls you to Himself above,
And says, in accents breathing love,
“O, flee to Me from all alarms:
Come, children, to My heart and arms.
On Calvary’s cross I bowed My head,
‘Twas there My precious blood was shed;
Myself I gave for old and young,
For such as you, from Adam sprung;
I save from sin and all its harms;
Come, children, to My heart and arms.
The world, with its ensnaring smiles,
The simple heart of youth beguiles;
It promises a path of joy,
But flatters only to destroy.
O, leave its false, delusive charms,
And come ye to My heart and arms.
Though young in years, you’ve felt the smart
Of sorrow and an evil heart;
And something know ye of the fruit
Of sin, that deep and bitter root.
O, fear ye judgment’s loud alarms,
And hasten to My heart and arms.”
ML 05/06/1917