|Text:||I Think When I Read That Sweet Story of Old|
|Author:||Jemima T. Luke|
|Arranger:||William B. Bradbury|
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.
2 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."
3 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;
4 In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare
for all who are washed and forgiv'n;
and many dear children are gathering there,
for of such is the kingdom of heav'n.
|First Line:||I think when I read that sweet story of old|
|Title:||I Think When I Read That Sweet Story of Old|
|Author:||Jemima T. Luke (1841)|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: His Love and Grace; Seeking: Man Seeking Christ of God|
|Arranger:||William B. Bradbury (1859)|