Christ is still waiting to forgive; He is stretching out His arms to receive you.

Only look at Him with the same penitence and faith that the dying thief felt.' 'Nay,' groaned the dying man, 'he could show his faith by confessing Him before all those who were crucifying the Lord, and it was a glory to the Saviour to forgive him then.

But what glory would it be to pardon me on this death-bed, where I can do nothing for Him?
No; I can do nothing--nothing! All these years I could have worked for God; but now I can do nothing!' 'Uncle,' said Miss Anne, 'our Lord was asked by some, "What shall we do, that we might work the works of God ?" and He answered them, "This is the work of God, that ye believe on Him whom He hath sent." Oh, that is all! Believe on Him, and He will forgive you; and all the angels in heaven will glorify Him for His mercy.' 'Anne,' he answered, fixing on her a look of despair, 'I cannot.

My heart is hard and heavy; I remember when it used to feel and care about these things; but it is dead now, and my soul is lost for ever.

Anne, even if Jesus is willing to pardon me, I cannot believe in forgiveness.' Miss Anne sank down by the bedside, unable to answer him, save by a prayer, half aloud, to God for His mercy to be shown to him, if it were possible! He lay there, helpless and hopeless, tossing to and fro upon the pillows.