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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