Hymn 146 I Think When I Read That Sweet Story

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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 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."

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I long for the joy of that glorious time
The sweetest and brightest and best
When the dear little children of every clime Shall crowd to His arms and be blest.