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 be sad.
ML 05/30/1943