Jesus, behold a little band
Of children at Thy feet;
Before Thee, Lord, we humbly stand,
And here would with Thee meet.
Poor lost and sinful things we are,
The Bible tells us so;
But Thou canst see us from afar,
And bless us here below.
There’s nothing we can say or do,
Thy favor, Lord, to win,
Thou, only, canst our hearts renew,
And wash us from our sin.
And yet we do not feel afraid,
As we draw near to Thee,
Because Thy gracious lips have said,
Let children come to Me.
Man would deny the infant’s claim,
And rudely cast us out,
But Thou art evermore the same,
And say’st, “Forbid them not.”
ML 10/13/1918