C. M. Flint's Coll. Suffer Little Children to Come unto Me. |
1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand With all-engaging charms! Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, And folds them in his arms! 2 "Suffer the little ones," he says, "Forbid them not to come; Of such is heaven; and souls like these Shall find in heaven their home." 3 We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands, And yield them up to Thee; Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, Thine let our offspring be!
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