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 them then.

Refrain:
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 had bid them to come.

2 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.” [Refrain]

3 Yet still to His foot-stool 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. [Refrain]