1. I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children like lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with him then.
2. I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, That his arms had been thrown around me, 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.