Come unto Me! still thro’ the ages falling,
Like heav’nly voices musical and sweet,
The loving Savior tenderly is calling
The children round His feet.
Come unto Me, come unto Me,
Suffer the children to come unto Me.
Forbid them not, but with a prayerful blessing,
Teach them to trust His never failing care;
And feel His dear hands tenderly caressing
Their fair heads bowed in prayer.
For such as they the Father’s home in glory
Waits with its joys across the crystal sea;
Then tell them oft the old yet sweet new story,
With patience, tenderly.