Oh! make me the honored instrument of good to this child, and when thou callest me hence, how gladly will I obey the summons.
"Lydia," she said, "the Son of God died for us all, for you and for me, but he was then in the form of man.

He died that we might live; he never will die again.

He rose from the dead, and is in heaven, at the right hand of God.

He loves you, because you think about him." "He don't love me like he do Miss Alice, 'kase she's so white," said Lydia.
"He loves all who love him," said Miss Janet, "whether they are black or white.

Be a good child, and he will surely love you.