A bricklayer once fell from a scaffold, and was taken up so injured that it was seen that he must soon die. A good clergyman bending over him said, “My dear man, you had better make your peace with God.” The poor fellow opened his eyes, and said, “Make my peace with God, sir? Why, that was done for me more than eighteen hundred years ago by Him who took my sin, and suffered in my stead.” Thy sin doth not condemn thee, for Christ has been condemned 1n thy stead.