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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.