SWEET STORY Irregular

Traditional English Melody

Je

· sus was here . among men, How He called little children as

lambs to

His fold, I should like..

to have been with them then.

A -men.

1

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 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

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

Twill be my theme in glo- ry, To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and His love.

HE LEADETH ME L. M. with Refrain

William B. Bradbury, 1864

He lead eth me: O blessed thought! O words with heavenly com-fort fraught!

What- e'er I do, wher- e'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that lead eth me.

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E leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, He leadeth me;
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.

By waters calm, o'er troubled sea,
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.

3 Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

4 And when my task on earth is done, When, by Thy grace, the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me. Joseph H. Gilmore, 1861; lines 3, 4, of refrain added.

2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,