ST.
LUKE
XVIII
.
16.
"
LET
little
children
come
to
me
,
"
Our
Lord
and
Saviour
said
,
As
on
a
humble
,
harmless
head
His
gentle
hand
was
laid
.
The
teachable
and
simple
heart
,
Fears
not
to
be
beguiled
;
Who
enters
Heaven
must
love
and
trust
,
Even
as
a
little
child
.
The
mightiest
king
,
the
wisest
sage
,
Who
knows
his
God
aright
,
Himself
a
helpless
Infant
feels
In
the
Almighty's
sight
.
A
nursling
at
his
lesson
set
,
Who
hopes
at
last
to
know
,
Is
the
most
learned
of
Adam's
race
,
In
this
our
home
below
.
An
urchin
with
his
borrowed
rod
,
Who
smites
with
guided
hand
,
Earth's
greatest
conquerors
have
been
—
Her
lords
of
many
a
land
.
"
Let
little
children
come
to
me
!
"
A
cheering
welcome
given
To
all
with
guileless
,
humble
hearts
,
Who
seek
the
way
to
Heaven
.