The Savior kindly calls
Our children to His breast;
He folds them in His gracious arms,
Himself declares them blest.

�Let them approach,� He cries,
�Nor scorn their humble claim;
The heirs of Heav'n are such as these,
For such as these I came.�

With joy we bring them, Lord,
Devoting them to Thee,
Imploring that, as we are Thine,
Thine may our offspring be.