318 350. I think when I read that sweet story of old
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Luke:
Greek Folksong;
Arr. William B. Bradbury, 1859;
Harm. Winfred Douglas, 1918
Jemima Luke, 1841
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 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 footstool in prayer 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 place he has gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven; And many dear children shall be with him there, For "of such is the kingdom of heaven." | But thousands and thousands who wander and fall, Never heard of that heavenly home; I wish they could know there is room for them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come. | |