O children, have you heard
How Jesus Christ, the Lord.
A man became?
He left His home on high,
Above the starry sky.
To suffer and to die
A death of shame.
Soon He again will come
And take His people home,
To heaven above;
In brightest glory there,
Eternal joys to share,
Beyond the reach of care,
Where all is love.
Come, children, trust in Him
He’ll pardon all your sin,
And you shall be,
Washed in the precious flood
Of His atoning blood,
Made fit to worship God
Eternally.
ML-08/15/1920