זי THINK when I read that sweet story of old, How He called little children as lambs to His fold, 2 I wish that His hands had been placed on my head, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, 3 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, And if I now earnestly seek Him below, 4 In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare 5 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall I should like them to know there is room for them all, 6 I long for the joy of that glorious time, When the dear little children of every clime Jemima Luke, 1841 A 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, The poorest child may bring. 3 We'll bring the little duties 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 254 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 Because I know it's true; I love to tell the story, 2 I love to tell the story; 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 For some have never heard For those who know it best That I have loved so long. Katherine Hankey, 1866: refrain added |