A LITTLE girl lay dying;
They raised her, aching head,
And asked her, was she weary;
But looking up she said,
“No, I shall not be weary” —
(Such faith to babes is given) ―
“For Jesus carries little ones
In his own arms to heaven.”
Disciples of her Saviour,
Ye “little ones” of God,
Weary with sin and sorrow,
With the burden on the road;
Oh lean upon the promise
Thus to the feeblest given―
“The Shepherd bears the little ones
In his own arms to heaven.”
Our faith may oft seem failing,
And weak its strongest grasp;
But mighty and unwearied
That more than mother’s clasp,
As helpless as an infant,
To us her faith be given!
“For Jesus carries little ones
In his own arms to heaven.”