Children, Come to Me

Verse 1

Far Judea heard him say, Children, come to me; Echoes in our midst today, Children, come to me. Softly o’er the lapse of yeas, Gently soothing childish fears, Greeting all in joy or tears, Children, come to me.

Verse 2

Centuries old have sung the strain, Children, come to me; We take up the glad refrain, Children, come to me. What a shelter in His arms, In His voice what countless charms! With his blessing what can harm? Children, come to me.

Verse 3

Speaking to their cherish’d ones As they’re gath’ring home; We shall hear his welcome tones, Little children, come. Now without a veil between; Seeing now as ye have seen, Being what ye ne’er have been, Angle children, come.