309. I Think When I Read That Sweet Story of Old
P.M.
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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.
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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."
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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
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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."