Suffer the Children to Come unto Me

There is no sweet­er sto­ry told

In all the bless­èd Book

Than how the Lord with­in His arms

The lit­tle child­ren took.

Suffer the child­ren to come un­to Me

Jesus still speaks it

O par­ents

to thee;

Do not for­bid them from com­ing

said He—

Of such is the king­dom of Heav­en.

We love Him for the ten­der touch

That made the lep­er whole;

And for the won­drous words that healed

The tired

sin-sick soul.

But clos­er to His lov­ing self

Our hu­man hearts are brought

When for the lit­tle child­ren’s sake

Love’s sweet­est spell is wrought.

For their young eyes His sor­row­ing face

A smile of glad­ness wore;

A smile that for His lit­tle ones

It wear­eth ev­er­more.