Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone,
Wheresoe'er the sun hath shone
O'er a league of peopled ground,
Little children may be found.
Little children, not alone
On the wide earth are ye known,
'Mid its labours, 'mid its cares,
'Mid its sufferings, 'mid its snares;
Where no sinful thing hath trod,
In the presence of your God,
Spotless, blameless, glorified,
Little children, ye abide.
15. The wounded Side of Jesus.
There is an everlasting home
Where contrite souls may hide,
Where death and danger dare not come—
The Saviour's side!
It was a cleft of matchless love
Open'd when he had died,
When mercy hail'd in worlds above—
That wounded side.
Hail! Rock of ages, pierc'd for me,
The grave of all my pride,
Hope, peace, and heav'n are all in thee,
Thy shelt'ring side.
Thence issued forth a double flood,
The sin-atoning tide,
In streams of water and of blood,
From that dear side.
