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.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 seen His kind look when He said,“Let the little ones come unto Me.”3.I long for the joy of that glorious time,The sweetest and brightest and best,When the dear little children of every climeShall crowd to His arms and be blest.