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,
His arms had been thrown about me,
And that I might have seen His kind look when he said,
"Let the little ones come unto Me."

Yet still to His presence in prayer I may go-
I know I may trust in His love;
And if thus I will earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above.

A beautiful place He has gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven,
And now many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,
Ne’er heard of that heavenly home,
Though the Bible declares there is room for them all,
And that Jesus invites them to come.

It speaks of a blessed and glorious time,
The fairest, the brightest, the best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd into His arms and be blessed.