16046. Suffer The Children To Come Unto Me

1 There is no sweet­er story told
In all the bless­èd Book
Than how the Lord with­in His arms
The lit­tle child­ren took.

"Suffer the child­ren to come un­to Me,"
Jesus still speaks it, O par­ents, to thee;
"Do not for­bid them from com­ing," said He—
"Of such is the king­dom of Heav­en."

2 We love Him for the ten­der touch
That made the lep­er whole;
And for the won­drous words that healed
The tired, sin-sick soul. [Refrain]

3 But clos­er to His lov­ing self
Our hu­man hearts are brought,
When for the lit­tle child­ren’s sake,
Love’s sweet­est spell is wrought. [Refrain]

4 For their young eyes His sor­row­ing face
A smile of glad­ness wore;
A smile that for His lit­tle ones,
It wear­eth ev­er­more. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: There is no sweet­er story told
Title: Suffer The Children To Come Unto Me
Author: Alvin W. Roper
Refrain First Line: Suffer the child­ren to come un­to Me
Language: English
Source: Great Revival Hymns by Homer Rodeheaver, Bentley Ackley, William E. Biederwolf and John B. Herbert (Chicago: Hope Publishing Company, 1911)
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Copyright: Public Domain

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