And is it true, as I am told,
That there are lambs within the fold
Of God’s belovèd Son?
That Jesus Christ, with tender care,
Will in His arms most gently bear
The helpless little one?

And I, a little, straying lamb,
May come to Jesus as I am,
Though goodness I have none;
May now be folded to His breast,
And there forever gently rest,
And be His little one.

Others there are who love me, too;
But who, with all their love, could do
What Jesus Christ has done?
And when He teaches me to pray,
I’ll surely go to Him and say,
“Lord, keep Thy little one.”