Part 5

And first let me ask you, dear child, Do you know what _sin_ is, that from which all sorrow comes? It is sin that causes cruelty and strife in the world. It is _sin_ that gives a worse wound than any sword or cannon-ball; for they may destroy the body, but _sin destroys the soul_.

And now let me ask you another question: Do you know that we are all by nature wounded by sin; that we are all unable to help ourselves, even like those poor Russians; that if left to ourselves we must all die—I mean, _lose the everlasting life of heaven_?

Yes; this was the state of the whole world. It was all lying in wickedness, therefore lying in danger; and not one of us could have been saved—_no, not one_—had not the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, taken pity on our sad state, and left heaven and all its glory, its light, and its joy, to come and labour to help miserable sinners. Not only did he labour, but he _died_ to save us; he suffered himself to be nailed to the cross, that he might heal the wounds which sin had made, and give us health and life never-ending!

But perhaps you will say: “I do not think that I am among the wounded. I do not think that I need any one to save me.”

Oh! my child, have you ever thought over your life, or recalled your actions, words, and thoughts, during _one_ day? Have you never been disobedient to a parent, or unkind to a companion? Has your mouth never spoken words that were ill-natured or false? Have you never been proud, discontented, or selfish? Does not your conscience tell you that you have been wounded by sin? Now, let me tell you how you may find healing.

And, first, you must _believe on the Lord Jesus Christ_; you must believe that he _died for sinners_, and that he is willing to save all who ask him for pardon and mercy.

Then you must be sorry for and leave off your sins, praying to God to help you to amend. A child who says that he repents, and then goes and sins just as readily as before, is like a wounded man who, when the surgeon has dressed the injured place, tears off the bandage and will not let it heal.

And oh! you must love the Saviour with your whole heart. Can you help loving him who has loved you so much? Think of the glory which he left; was it not left for you? Think of the blood which he shed; did it not flow for you? Think of the death which he endured; was it not borne for you?

XV.

“I HAVE A HOME, A HAPPY HOME!”

I have a home, a happy home, And friends to love me there; With daily bread I still am fed, Have still warm clothes to wear; I’ve health and strength in every limb,— How grateful should I be! How shall I show my love to Him Who shows such love to me!

Many are blind, or deaf, or lame,— I hear the sweet birds sing, Can bound along With joyful song, Can watch the flowers of spring. No wasting pain my eye to dim, From want and sickness free; How shall I show my love to Him Who shows such love for me!

And blessings greater still than these A gracious God has given,— The precious word Of Christ our Lord, To guide my feet to heaven. Among the shining cherubim I trust my home shall be; How shall I show my love to him Who shows such love to me!

My God! I am a feeble child, Oh, teach me to obey; With humble fear To serve thee here, To watch, and praise, and pray! My love is weak, my faith is dim, But grace I ask from thee, That I may prove my love to him Who loved and died for me!