Child Coming To Jesus - R.M. McCheyne

Suffer me to come to Jesus,
  Mother, dear, forbid me not;

July 1841

Suffer me to come to Jesus,
  Mother, dear, forbid me not;
By His blood from hell he frees us;
  Makes us fair without a spot.

Suffer me, my earthly father,
  At His pierced feet to fall;
Why forbid me? help me, rather;
  Jesus is my all in all.

Suffer me to run unto Him;
  Gentle sisters, come with me;
Oh that all I love but knew Him,
  Then my home a heaven would be.

Loving playmates, gay and smiling,
  Bid me not forsake the cross;
Hard to bear is your reviling,
  Yet for Jesus all is dross.

Yes, though all the world have chid me,
  Father, mother, sister, friend –
Jesus never will forbid me!
  Jesus loves me to the end!

Gentle Shepherd, on Thy shoulder
  Carry me a sinful lamb;
Give me faith, and make me bolder
  Till with Thee in heaven I am.