LITTLE Harry was the only child of his parents. A bright little boy he was, seven or eight years of age.
His great delight on Lord’s Day afternoon was to go to the Sunday School, where he was a regular attendant. His place was seldom vacant, and oftentimes dear Harry would be moved to tears as he sat and listened to the story of Jesus and His love. Yes, although of such tender years, Harry knew Jesus as his Saviour, and was delighted to go home and tell his father and mother what he had heard at school. Do you do this, dear children?
God loves to hear the little ones lisp the name of Jesus, for this is precious in His ears, for His is “the only name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.”
It happened after a time that Harry was invited to a tea party on the birthday of one of his friends, and Harry, like most boys and girls, was very glad to go. After tea was over, and they had played a few games, it was suggested that all should sing a song. This most of them did. By-and-by it came to Harry’s turn.
“Now Harry,” say his friends, “it’s your turn.” But Harry says,
“I don’t know any songs. All I can sing is,
‘Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so.’”
So that was the song that. Harry sang, the song that had touched his heart, that was precious to him; the song that, though commenced to be sung down here in this world, would be one which he would sing in a louder and sweeter strain throughout eternity.
May you, dear children, know Jesus as your very own Saviour, and so be able to sing this song with dear Harry for ever and ever.
“Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.”
ML 11/17/1918