97. SWEET STORY OF OLD. 1. I think, when I read that sweet sto - ry of old, When Jesus was here a- mong men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then. 2. I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, "Let the little ones come unto Me. " 3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, 4 In that beautiful place he is gone to prepare And many dear children shall be with him there, "For of such is the kingdom of heaven." 15 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall, Never heard of that heavenly home; I wish they could know there is room for them all, 6 And oh, how I long for that glorious time, |