Christ is com­ing, O, ye child­ren,
Listen to the me­sage true;
If you would be wait­ing, rea­dy,
’Tis to­day He calls to you.

Long ago He came as Je­sus,
Son of Man, so hum­ble, mild,
And while here on earth He ut­tered,
Words so sweet to ev­ery child.

Let them come, the lit­tle child­ren,
Unto Me, do not for­bid,
In His arms He took and blessed them,
As the crowd He sat amid.

And this Friend of all the child­ren,
Died to save each girl and boy;
Some day soon again He’s com­ing—
Clap your hands and sing for joy.

By His dy­ing He re­deemed you,
Lift your hands to Him in pray­er;
In His love He’ll fold and keep you,
Thank Him for His ten­der care.

Christ is com­ing, shout Ho­san­na,
Let your hap­py voic­es ring.
Praises loud and glad and ho­ly,
Give to Him, the com­ing King.