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 Should Like To Have Been With Them Then,
I Should Like To Have Been With Them Then;
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 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.”

“Let The Little Ones Come Unto Me,
Let The Little Ones Come Unto 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 Now Earnestly Seek Him Below,
I Shall See Him And Hear Him Above.

I Shall See Him And Hear Him Above,
I Shall See Him And Hear Him Above;
And If I Now 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.”

For “Of Such Is The Kingdom Of Heaven,”
For “Of Such Is The Kingdom Of Heaven;”
And Many Dear Children Are Gathering There,
For “Of Such Is The Kingdom Of Heaven.”