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.
I wish that His hand had been placed on my head,
That His arm 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 prayer 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 has gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven;
Full many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."
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.
And O how I long for that glorious time,
The sweetest and brightest and best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest!
Amen.
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First Line: | I think, when I read that sweet story of old |
Title: | I Think, When I Read That Sweet Story of Old |
Author: | Jemima Thompson Luke (1853) |
Meter: | 12 10, 12 10. D. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1937 |
Topic: | Children's Hymns |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | SWEET STORY |
Meter: | 12 10, 12 10. D. |
Key: | E♭ Major |
Source: | English Melody. |