Children young in years and tender
Once in Jesus’ arms were found;
“Suffer them to come!” He uttered,
For His mercy know 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 bless,
‘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.