CHRISTENING. 



UFFER the children to 



Come unto me ! &quot; 

 In this, the Master s, woid 

 Must my trust be. 



How can I make my life 

 Spotless and sweet, 



That I lead not astray 

 These little feet! 



How can I, so defiled, 

 Bound in Sin s bands, 



Ever be fit to hold 

 These little hands! 



If but my soul were pure, 

 Strong to withstand, 



I might the children lead 

 To Thy right hand; 



But I am weak, and so 

 My prayer must be, 



&quot;SufTer the children to 

 Come unto Thee! &quot; 







