Lesson for the Hour

The little children, as he went,Drew to his side in sweet content;Their gentle hearts were stirred.And when he paused to rest a while,How well they read his tender smile,And hung upon his word!

The Saviour loved their simple joy,Their purity without alloy,Their sweet humility,And blessed these qualities of heavenThat bring to earth a healing leavenTo quicken and to free.

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