Is there a little sinner here,
Who mourns because of sin;
And sees with grief, and shame, and fear
How wicked he has been?
Is there a little aching heart,
Which does its vileness feel,
And groans beneath that deadly smart,
Which none but Christ can heal?
Is there a little soul that pants
To taste redeeming grace,
And longs to pour out all its wants
Before the Saviour’s face?
He is a kind and gracious Lord—
Love fills his gentle breast;
“Come unto Me,” His own word,
“And I will give you rest.”
ML 03/16/1924