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 : [them then. I should like to have been with I wish that His hands had been placed on my head, [around me, That His arms had been thrown 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 earnesly 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 forgiven ; And 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. I long for the joy 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 blest.