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Song Lyrics
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
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 may I 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
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