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Let them come

O I love to think how Jesus

Author: M. B. C. Slade
Tune: [O I love to think how Jesus]
Published in 5 hymnals

Audio files: MIDI

Full Text

1 Oh, I love to think how Jesus
When He walked on earth below,
Used to bless the little children,
For He lov’d them, lov’d them so!

Unto me, unto me,
Of the little ones saith He:
For the blessed heavenly kingdom
Of such as they shall be.

2 When the mothers came and brought Him,
Tender infants, young and small,
And so earnestly besought Him
For His blessing on them all. [Refrain]

3 Tho’ disciples would rebuke them,
Turn the little ones away,
In His gentle arms He took them,
And they heard Him sweetly say— [Refrain]

4 Little children, now from Jesus,
Will you His dear blessing seek?
From His home on high He sees us,
Hear Him kindly to us speak. [Refrain]

5 Just as close His arms will hold you;
Just as kind His blessings fall;
Just as warm His love enfold you,
Just as sweetly doth He call. [Refrain]

Source: Crowning Day No. 5 #73

Author: M. B. C. Slade

Mary Bridges Canedy Slade, 1826-1882 Born: Jan­u­a­ry 18, 1826, Fall Ri­ver, Mass­a­chu­setts. Died: Ap­ril 15, 1882, Fall Ri­ver, Mass­a­chu­setts. Buried: Som­er­set, Mass­a­chu­setts. A min­is­ter’s wife and teach­er, Slade was as­sist­ant ed­it­or of The New Eng­land Journal of Ed­u­ca­tion. Lyrics-- Beautiful Christ­mas Beyond This Land of Part­ing Footprints of Je­sus Gathering Home Hark, the Gen­tle Voice Kingdom Is Com­ing, The Loved One, Fare­well Once o’er Ju­dea’s Hills by Night Over Jor­dan Tell It Again Ten Vir­gins, The There’s a Fount­ain Free Who at My Door Is Stand­ing?  Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: O I love to think how Jesus
Title: Let them come
Author: M. B. C. Slade
Refrain First Line: Unto me, unto me