As a Little Child

Is thy heart dis­tressed and wea­ry?

Dost thou long for rest and peace?

Hast thou sought in vain for com­fort?

Come to Christ

thy strug­gling cease.

He is wait­ing now to bless thee

He can still the tem­pest wild;

Come to Him

in faith

be­liev­ing

Simply

as a lit­tle child.

Is thy long­ing heart now say­ing

Lord

I know not how to pray?

Come as to a lov­ing fa­ther

He will nev­er say thee nay.

O the yearn­ing love of Je­sus

Pleading ten­der­ly with thee!

Hear Him

as in gen­tle ac­cents

He doth whis­per

Come to Me.