Hymn 497

1THE Saviour kindly calls
Our children to his breast ;
He folds them in his gracious arms ;
Himself declares them blest.

2Let them approach, he cries,
Nor scorn their humble claim ;
The heirs of Heaven are such as these ;
For such as these I came.

3With joy we bring them, Lord,
Devoting them to thee ;
Imploring that, as we are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.