Text: | I think, when I read that sweet story of old |
Author: | Jemima Thompson |
Tune: | SWEET STORY |
Composer: | Anon. |
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 them then.
2 I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,
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."
3 Yet still to His footstool in prayer 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,--
4 In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."
5 I long for the joys of that glorious time,
The sweetest, and brightest, and best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blessed.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | I think, when I read that sweet story of old |
Author: | Jemima Thompson (1841) |
Meter: | 11, 8, 12, 9 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1899 |
Topic: | Children's Hymn; Fellowship with God |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | SWEET STORY |
Composer: | Anon. |
Meter: | 11, 8, 12, 9 |