One day the mother, who believed,
Their little children brought,
And from the Master's gentle hand
A gracious blessing sought.
But the disciples, in their zeal,
Said: "Take these children home,
They're in the way of older ones,
Who for some good have come."
But Jesus loved the little lambs,
And much displeased was He,
Saying: "Suffer little children,
That they may come to me.
"For 'tis such innocents as these
That God's high kingdom win;
And all must have as simple hearts
Who gain a place therein."
Then gently lifting in His arms,
And folding to His breast,
He put His hands upon their heads,
And every infant blest.
