Let the little children come,
Let them come to Me!
There is room for every one,
There is room for thee.
I have died for little ones,
Sinners, though they be;
God will call them His own sons,
If they come to Me.
God has loved the children dear,
So He gave His Son;
To Himself to bring them near,
Come, then, little one!
Soon I will return again,
All Mine own to take;
Where no sorrow is, nor pain;
E’en the dead I’ll wake.
With Myself and like Me, too,
Beautiful and glad;
All My glory they shall view—
None shall e’er he sad.
ML 03/21/1943