In the ear­ly spring­time,
In its morn­ing fair,
Little buds of pro­mise,
Little blos­soms rare;
Hear the words of Je­sus,
Precious will they be,
Bring the lit­tle child­ren,
Let them come to Me.

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Let them come to Me,
Let them come to Me,
Bring the lit­tle child­ren,
Let them come to Me.

He will now re­ceive you
If your hearts you bring
Humbly to the Sav­ior,
Heav’n’s ex­alt­ed king;
For the in­vi­ta­tion,
Gracious, full and free,
Says to all the child­ren,
Come, O come to Me.

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Jesus, we are com­ing,
To Thy lov­ing arms;
Safely there re­pos­ing,
Sin no long­er harms;
From the wiles of Sa­tan
Thou canst set us free;
Tho’ we’re lit­tle child­ren,
We will come to Thee.

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