Hymns of the Kingdom of God

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זי

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.

2 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."

3 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in His love;

And if I now earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above,

4 In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,
For of such is the kingdom of heaven.

5 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall
Never heard of that heavenly home;

I should like them to know there is room for them all,
And that Jesus has bid them to come.

6 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.

Jemima Luke, 1841

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Bless-ed Jesus, bless-ed Jesus, Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.

A-men.

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And some may bring their great - ness, And some bring strength and health;

We have no wealth or learning: What shall we children bring?

A-men.

1 THE wise may bring their learning,

The rich may bring their wealth, And some may bring their greatness, And some bring strength and health; We, too, would bring our treasures To offer to the King;

We have no wealth or learning:

What shall we children bring?

2 We'll bring Him hearts that love Him; We'll bring Him thankful praise, And young souls meekly striving

To walk in holy ways:

And these shall be the treasures

We offer to the King,
And these are gifts that even

The poorest child may bring.

3 We'll bring the little duties
We'll have to do each day;
We'll try our best to please Him,
At home, at school, at play:
And better are these treasures
To offer to our King
Than richest gifts without them;

Yet these a child may bring.

Anon., 1887

William G. Fischer, 1889

I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY 7. 6. 7. 6. D. With refrain

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I love to tell the story Of un seen things a-bove, Of Jesus and His glo-ry,

'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and His love.

A-men.

זי

LOVE to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story,

Because I know it's true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else would do.

I love to tell the story,
'Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love.

2 I love to tell the story;
More wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams.

I love to tell the story,

It did so much for me;

And that is just the reason

I tell it now to thee.

3 I love to tell the story;

'Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story,

For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God's own holy word.
4 I love to tell the story;

For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it, like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the new, new song,
"Twill be the old, old story

That I have loved so long. Katherine Hankey, 1866: refrain added

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