O! tell me, Mother! can it be
God loves a little child like me?
And speaks to me in all you’ve read?
Is that dear book what God has said?
It is, my child! ‘tis God’s own voice,
To make your little heart rejoice;
To tell you how He loved and led
Those who believed what God had said.
He once told Noah that a flood
Should drown those who believed not God;
But Noah lived when all were dead,
For he believed what God had said.
When God told Abram — in His grace
“This way leads to a better place,”
He went, not knowing where it led
But he believed what God had said.
And now God tells that from on high
He sent His only Son to die,
That, for my little one, He bled—
Let her believe what God has said.
I’ll bring her to My own bright place,
And let her look upon My face;
And O! how happy she will be,
Because she has believed in Me!
ML 07/08/1945