Lyrics

1. 1. I think when I read that sweet story of old,
   When Jesus was here among men,
   How he called little children like lambs to his fold;
   I should like to have been with him then.
2. 2. I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,
   That his arms had been thrown around me,
   That I might have seen his kind look when he said,
   "Let the little ones come unto me."
3. Words: Jemima Luke, 1813-1906
   Music: Leah Ashton Lloyd, 1894-1965