Children young in years and tender
Once in Jesu’s arms were found;
“Suffer them to come!” He uttered,
For his mercy knew no bound.
Blessings he pronounced upon them—
Blessings large and rich and free,
Thus of old he blest the children, —
Child, has he e’er so blessed thee?
Not too young, — indeed thou art not!
Little children then he blessed,
‘Tis to little ones he offers
Sweet repose upon his breast.
Sinful, helpless, — go to Jesus,
To his arms for shelter flee;
For, as once he blest the children,
Surely he will now bless THEE.