1 I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men;
How He called little children as lambs to His fold,
I should like to have been with Him then!
I wish that His hands had been placed 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 footstool in pray'r I may go,
And ask for a share in His love;
And if I now earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above.
In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiv'n,
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the Kingdom of Heav'n."