Our loving Redeemer! we trust in Thy word-
The word which of old called the children to Thee:
Its tones, all so tender, with joy we have heard,
"Forbid not the lambs who would come unto Me."

Our sins were as scarlet; Thou makest us clean-
Washed white, in Thy blood, as the beautiful snow:
The best robe of righteousness on us is seen;
The joy of forgiveness Thou makest us know.

When life is all over, when we are above,
Where cometh no terror, where falleth no tear,
We’ll sing in sweet numbers Thy wonderful love,
With all who in childhood have followed Thee here.