Sweet Story Of Old

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 wish that His hands had been placed on my head
That His arms had been thrown around 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 thus earnestly seek Him below
I shall see Him and know Him above