There is no sweet­er sto­ry told
In all the bless­èd Book
Than how the Lord with­in His arms
The lit­tle child­ren took.

Refrain

Suffer the child­ren to come un­to Me,
Jesus still speaks it, O par­ents, to thee;
Do not for­bid them from com­ing, said He—
Of such is the king­dom of Hea­ven.

We love Him for the ten­der touch
That made the lep­er whole;
And for the won­drous words that healed
The tired, sin-sick soul.

Refrain

But clos­er to His lov­ing self
Our hu­man hearts are brought,
When for the lit­tle child­ren’s sake,
Love’s sweet­est spell is wrought.

Refrain

For their young eyes His sor­row­ing face
A smile of glad­ness wore;
A smile that for His lit­tle ones,
It wear­eth ev­er­more.

Refrain