If little children knew the love
Which dwells in Jesus' breast,
How would they come to Him by faith,
All anxious to be blest!

"Come unto Me," He sweetly cries;
"Come, little children, come!
Come to My open arms and heart,
Come to My happy home!"

Thus Jesus speaks. Who makes reply,
"O Lord, I come to Thee;
Thy precious love hath won my heart,
Thine henceforth I will be"?

Oh, precious choice! If such be thine,
Then thou indeed art blest;
Peace thy companion here shall be,
There, everlasting rest!