1.I think when I read that sweet story of old,When Jesus was here among men,How he call'd little children as lambs to his fold,I should like to have been with them 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."2.Yet still is the Saviour in pray'r 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.In that beautiful plan he has gone to prepareFor all who are wash'd and forgiv'n,Oh, may we at last find a glad welcome there,Safe at home in the kingdom of heav'n.