“I DO not think I can be one of Jesus' lambs," a little boy sobbed out, as he lay in his father's arms. "And why so?" inquired his father. “Because I do not feel I am," the child replied.
After trying in various ways to comfort the heart of his little boy, and yet being very anxious not to say one word which should lead his child to think lightly of what it is to be a sinner, the father repeated this text, " The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin." These words satisfied the child directly. Do you, dear young friend, know their sweetness?