A little Child the Savior came,
The Mighty God was still His Name;
And angels worshiped as He lay
The seeming Infant of a day.

He Who, a little Child, began
The life divine to show to man,
Proclaims from Heav’n the message free;
“Let little children come to Me.”

We bring them, Lord, and with the sign
Of sprinkled water name them Thine;
Their souls with saving grace endow;
Baptize them with Thy Spirit now.

O give Thine angels charge, good Lord,
Them safely in Thy way to guard;
Thy blessing on their lives command,
And write their names upon Thy hand.

O Thou, who by an infant’s tongue
Dost hear Thy perfect glory sung,
May these, with all the heav’nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

If I come to Jesus,
He will make me glad;
He will give me pleasure
When my heart is sad.

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If I come to Jesus,
Happy I shall be.
He is gently calling
Little ones like me.

If I come to Jesus
He will hear my prayer;
He will love me dearly,
He my sins did bear.

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If I come to Jesus
He will take my hand,
He will kindly lead me
To a better land.

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There with happy children,
Robed in snowy white,
I shall see my Savior
In that world so bright.

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Little children, come away,
From the Savior do not stay:
He is calling us today,
Calling us to Him.

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Quickly come, gladly come,
From the Savior do not stay;
Quickly come, O gladly come,
He is calling us today.

Little children once He blest,
Laid them in His arms to rest;
He of all our friends the best,
Bids us come to Him.

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Heed His saying, “Come to Me”;
Happy then we all shall be;
None can give us life but He,
Come, O come to Him.

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O Lord, the holy innocents
Laid down for Thee their infant life,
And martyrs brave and patient saints
Have stood for Thee in fire and strife.

We wear the cross they wore of old
Our lips have learned like vows to make;
We need not die; we cannot fight;
What may we do for Jesus’ sake?

O day by day each Christian child
Has much to do, without, within;
A death to die for Jesus’ sake,
A weary war to wage with sin.

When deep within our swelling hearts
The thoughts of pride and anger rise,
When bitter words are on our tongues,
And tears of passion in our eyes.

Then we may stay the angry blow,
Then we may check the hasty word,
Give gentle answers back again,
And fight a battle for our Lord.

With smiles of peace and looks of love,
Light in our dwellings we may make,
Bid kind good humor brighten there,
And still do all for Jesus’ sake.

There’s not a child so weak and small
But has his little cross to take,
His little work of love and praise,
That he may do for Jesus’ sake.

Our God of love, who reigns above,
Comes down to us below;
’Tis sweet to tell He loves so well,
And ’tis enough to know.

So deep, so high—like air and sky,
Beyond us, yet around;
He Whom our mind can never find
Can in our heart be found.

Lord God, so far, past sun and star,
Yet close to all our ways!
In love so near, be pleased to hear
Thy little children’s praise.

O may that sign that we are Thine—
Our Father, Savior, Friend—
Which sealed our brow, be on us now,
And with us to the end.

Through all our way, and every day
Believed, beloved, adored;
Be this our grace, to see Thy face
In Jesus Christ our Lord.

Waken! Christian children,
Up and let us sing,
With glad voice the praises
Of our newborn King.

Up! ’tis meet to welcome
With a joyous lay
Christ, the King of Glory,
Born for us today.

Come, nor fear to seek Him,
Children though we be;
Once He said of children,
“Let them come to Me.”

In a manger lowly
Sleeps the heav’nly Child;
O’er Him fondly bendeth
Mary, mother mild.

Far above that stable,
Up in Heav’n so high,
One bright star out-shineth,
Watching silently.

Fear not then to enter,
Though we cannot bring
Gold, or myrrh, or incense
Fitting for a King.

Gifts He asketh richer,
Offerings costlier still,
Yet may Christian children
Bring them if they will.

Brighter than all jewels
Shines the modest eye;
Best of gifts He loveth
Infant purity.

Haste we then to welcome
With a joyous lay
Christ, the King of Glory,
Born for us today.

We come in childhood’s joyfulness,
[originally, We come in childhood’s innocence]
We come as children free!
We offer up, O God! our hearts,
In trusting love to Thee.
Well may we bend in solemn joy
At Thy bright courts above:
Well may the grateful child rejoice
In such a Father’s love.

We come not as the mighty come:
Not as the proud we bow;
But as the pure in heart should bend,
Seek we thine altars now.
“Forbid them not,” the Savior cried,
“But let them come to Me”;
O Savior dear, we hear Thy call,
We come, we come to Thee.

To Thee, Thou Lord of life and light,
Amid the angel throng,
We bend the knee, we lift the heart,
And swell the holy song.
How blest the children of the Lord,
Who wait around His throne,
How sweet to tread the path that leads
To yonder heavenly home.

The wise may bring their learning, the rich may bring their wealth,
And some may bring their greatness, and some bring strength and health;
We, too, would bring our treasures to offer to the King;
We have no wealth or learning; what shall we children bring?

We’ll bring Him hearts that love Him; we’ll bring Him thankful praise,
And young souls meekly striving to walk in holy ways;
And these shall be the treasures we offer to the King,
And these are gifts that even the poorest child may bring.

We’ll bring the little duties we have to do each day;
We’ll try our best to please Him, at home, at school, at play;
And better are these treasures to offer to our King;
Than richest gifts without them—yet these a child may bring.