Suffer the child­ren to come—and the Sav­ior
Held them with strong and with lov­ing arm;
So ev­ery day He is bid­ding us near­er,
Longing to save us from sin and harm.
Come un­to Him, come un­to Him,
Longing to save from harm.

Come un­to Me, are the words to His child­ren,
Wherever griev­ing because of sin;
Rest for your souls is His own bless­èd pro­mise,
O let His love, His di­vine love in.
Come un­to Him, come un­to Him,
Let His di­vine love in.

Easy the yoke that His mer­cy im­pos­eth,
Choose ye, O choose ye the bet­ter part;
Light is the bur­den that’s car­ried in meek­ness,
Ye that are lov­ing and low­ly in heart.
Come un­to Him, come un­to Him,
Ye that are low­ly in heart.