When mothers of Salem their children brought to Jesus,
The stern disciples drove them back, and bade them depart;
But Jesus saw them ere they fled,
And sweetly looked, and gently said,
"Suffer the children to come unto Me."

"For I will receive them, and fold them to My bosom,
I’ll be a Shepherd to these lambs-Oh! drive them not away;
For if their hearts to Me they give,
They shall with Me in glory live;
Suffer the children to come unto Me."

How kind was the Saviour to bid these children welcome!
But there are many thousands who have never heard His name;
The Bible they have never read,
They know not that the Saviour said,
"Suffer the children to come unto Me."

How happy the children who rest on Jesus’ bosom.
And there, like little folded lambs, are safe and at rest;
Thence, none can pluck them e’er away,
For He who keeps them loves to say,
"Suffer the children to come unto Me."