Papa, Come this Way

1 A little childish voice is still’d,
Two little lily white hands are crossed;
Two little eyes forever closed,
The sound of patt’ring feet is lost,
A little form from out our home,
Was borne by loving hands away;
But still I seem to hear a voice
Within my heart, it says each day,

Refrain:
“Papa, come this way,
Papa, come this way;”
A little voice calls from that shore,
“Papa, come this way.”

2 I’m sure my darling is at rest,
Within the tender Shepherd’s fold;
He took her from this sinful world,
He shields her from its blast and cold;
But how I miss the loving kiss,
And oh! my longing heart is sore;
Then comes that little pleading voice,
It gently whispers o’er and o’er. [Refrain]

3 Where’er I go, that voice I hear,
As tho’ my darling could not rest,
Until I give my heart to him,
Who died to save and make me blest.
And so it echoes in my heart,
And thro’ the chambers of my soul,
I’ll not resist that pleading voice,
I’ll go to Jesus and be whole. [Refrain]

Source: Triumphant Songs No.1 #159

• MIDI file from Triumphant Songs No.1 #159