Verse 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 Him then.
Verse 2:
I wish that His hands had been placed
on my head,
That His arm had been thrown around me,
And that I might have been His kind look
When He said,
“Let the little ones come unto Me.”
Verse 3:
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.
