We come in childhood’s
joyfulness,
We come as children
free!
We offer up, O God!
our hearts,
In trusting love to
Thee.
Well may we bend in
solemn joy
At Thy bright courts
above:
Well may the grateful
child rejoice
In such a Father’s
love.
We come not as
the mighty come:
Not as the proud we
bow;
But as the pure in
heart should bend,
Seek we thine altars
now.
“Forbid them not,” the
Savior cried,
“But let them come to
Me”;
O Savior dear, we hear
Thy call,
We come, we come to
Thee.
To Thee, Thou Lord
of life and light,
Amid the angel throng,
We bend the knee, we
lift the heart,
And swell the holy
song.
How blest the children
of the Lord,
Who wait around His
throne,
How sweet to tread the
path that leads
To yonder heavenly
home.
