Let the Little Ones Come

1I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
How He call'd 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."

2Yet still to the Saviour 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.
In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare For all who are wash'd and forgiv'n,
Oh, may we at last find a glad welcome there,
Safe at home in the kingdom of heav'n.