THE following letter was written by a boy called Alfred, who for some years was confined to his bed by disease of the spine. Alfred was a bright witness to the love of his precious Saviour. He delighted in the thought that he was one of Jesus' lambs, and that he was soon going to be with Him.
With the earnest desire that Alfred's letter may lead many of our dear young friends to the feet of Jesus, I now ask them to read it. He wrote it to the lads in his teacher's class. Remember, it was written on a sick bed, by one—young, like yourself. Read it slowly and thoughtfully; and may God make it a real message to you!
“Dear Boys,— .... God says, 'All our righteousnesses are as filthy rags.' I should like to hear of you coming to Jesus; but before you can come to this precious Jesus, you must feel that you are sinners, and that you can do nothing, and need a Saviour... If you don't feel yourselves sinners, you won't want a Saviour; for Jesus says, ' I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.'
“If you feel your want of a Saviour, come to Him, and accept Him as your own, for He says, 'Him that cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out.'
“Dear boys, just picture yourselves lying on a bed, and knowing that you will never get better. How would you feel? If you were not one of Jesus' lambs, you would feel miserable, but if you belonged to Jesus you would be happy, and would not want to get better. I should not like the dear Lord to come and take all His people home, and you be left behind; but if you take Jesus as your Saviour, you will have no fear of being left behind. Come to Him before it is too late, before the door is shut which no man can open, and if you are left outside it will be too late. Goodbye. I remain
One of Jesus' Lambs,
ALFRED O—.”