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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 like 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,
That I might have seen his kind look when he said,
"Let the little ones come unto me."
Yet though I was not with him then,
I know I can follow today!
I think when I read that sweet story again,
That Jesus is not far away,
And so I will follow today.
The joy of the sinner when brought to the light,
The face of the leper made clean,
The tears of the blind man when given his sight,
What wondrous things I might have seen!
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 hear him above.
And though I was not with him then,
I know I can follow today!
I think when I read that sweet story again,
That Jesus is not far away,
And so I will follow today.