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 them then.

I wish that His hand 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."

Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go,

And ask for a share in His love;

And if only I earnestly seek Him below,

I shall see Him and hear Him above,

In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare,

For all who are washed and forgiv'n;

So many dear children are gathering there,

"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."