214. I Think When I Read

1 I think, when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men;
How He call’d little children as lambs to His fold,
I should like to have been with Him then.
I wish that His hands had been plac’d on my head,
That His arms had been thrown around me,
And that I might have seen His kind look when He said,
“Let the little ones come unto Me.”

2 Yet still to His foot stool in pray’r I may go;
And ask for a share in His love;
And if I thus earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above.
In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children and gathering there,
“For of such is the kingdom of heav’n.”

3 But thousands and thousands, who wander and fall,
Never heard of that heavenly home;
I should like them to know there is room for them all,
And that Jesus has bid them to come,
I long for the joy of that glorious time,
The fairest and brightest and best;
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest.

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First Line: I think, when I read that sweet story of old
Title: I Think When I Read
Author: Mrs. Luke
Publication Date: 1915

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