1881
Fanny J. Crosby
John R. Sweney
Wells of Salvation
118
6/8
C
4
2
1. The Savior is calling, how tender his voice, His kind invitation should make us rejoice, He speaks, and no language so loving can be, Arise little children, come hither to me. Chorus: Come hither to me, come hither to me; Of such shall my kingdom in paradise be; Come hither to me, come hither to me, Arise, little children, come hither to me. 2. Our Friend, of all others the dearest and best, How gently he gathers the lambs to his breast, And there from all evil how safe we shall be; O hear him still calling, Come hither to me. 3. The world may deceive us, its pleasures will die, But he has provided a home in the sky, He tells us how happy our dwelling will be, And whispers now, Children, come hither to me. 4. Again he is calling, we must not delay, With bright, smiling faces we gladly obey; Oh, Saviour, our Saviour! how thankful are we That all are invited to come unto thee.
S.J. Robson is listed as composer, which is an alias for John Robson Sweney.