A little boy of three years old sat beside his mother repeating that sweet hymn, “There is a fountain filled with blood,” and when he came to the verse,
“The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day,
And there have thousands vile as he
Washed all their sins away.”
“Have you washed all your sins in that fountain, my dear?” his mother asked. The child looked up in her face, with such a sweet smile and said, “No mamma, I have not, but de Lord Jesus has washed all my sins away.”
The little boy was right; we, cannot wash our own sins away in the blood of Jesus, a better form of the stanza is,
“The dying thief rejoiced to see
That Saviour in His day;
And by that blood, though vile as he,
Our sins are washed away.”
At another time the mother and child were alone, and father was gone to preach in the town. The child saw his mother’s lips move, and said,
“Who are you talking to, mamma?”
“I was asking the Lord to bless the Word papa is now preaching to the poor sinners who are hearing him, darling.”
“Den I will pray, too, mamma.” Directly he knelt down and said,
“Blessed Lord Jesus, bless de words papa is speaking to poor sinners about You.”
That evening souls were blessed in a remarkable way; one especially who had been for years a wanderer from home and country, and, like the prodigal, had returned, naked and hungry, without God and without hope, was convicted of sin, and brought to the foot of the cross with tears. Before he slept that night he got peace through the Blood of the Lamb.
Thus the Lord heard and answered the simple prayer of a little child.