Hymnal Project

146 ~ I Think When I Read That Sweet Story


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 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."


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.