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, That His arms 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 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 In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven; And many dear children are gathering there, "For of such is the kingdom of heaven."