Papa, Come This Way

A lit­tle child­ish voice is stilled

Two gen­tle lit­tle hands are crossed;

Two lit­tle eyes for­ev­er closed

The sound of pat­ter­ing feet is lost

A lit­tle form from out our home

Was borne by lov­ing hands away;

But still I seem to hear a voice:

Within my heart

it says each day

Papa

come this way

Papa

come this way;

A lit­tle voice calls from that shore

Papa

come this way.

I’m sure my dar­ling is at rest

Within the ten­der Shepherd’s fold;

He took her from this sin­ful world

He shields her from its blast and cold;

But how I miss the lov­ing kiss

And oh! my long­ing heart is sore;

Then comes that lit­tle plead­ing voice

It gent­ly whis­pers o’er and o’er

Where’er I go

that voice I hear

As tho’ my dar­ling could not rest

Until I give my heart to Him

Who died to save and make me blest.

And so it ech­oes in my heart

And thro’ the cham­bers of my soul;

I’ll not re­sist that plead­ing voice

I’ll go to Jesus and be whole.