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 them then.
2 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."
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 has gone to prepare
For all who are wash'd and forgiven;
And many dear children shall be with Him there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."
5 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,
Never heard of that Heavenly Home;
I wish they could know there is room for them all,
And that Jesus has bid them to come.
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First Line: | I think when I read that sweet story of old |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Offices of the Church: Catechism |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |