Vol 02 - Joh_14:1-31

John 14:1-31 How sweet, dear Lord, to hear thy voice Invite our children near;

Well may a parent’s heart rejoice, That such to thee are dear.

How full thy love; how kind, how warm, Thine invitation free:

"Forbid them not," Thy word’s a charm, To draw them unto Thee. No mother’s smile could win so well, Their simple guileless love; No other voice than Thine could tell, Their destined home above.

Hushed were the children, calm and still They hung about Thy breast;

Thy presence soothed their playful will, They could but feel at rest.

How cherub-like their infant smile!

How winning was Thy way! The love that glistened in Thine eye, Enchanted them to stay.

These gracious words our hearts incline To bring them unto Thee;

We pray, dear Lord, they may be Thine, From sin and death set free.

Thou, who a parent’s love could’st feel, A parent’s prayer will hear; Our children, Lord, we ask Thee seal, For mansions bright and clear.