My hymn says,-- 'Blest be the Lord, that sent his Son To take our flesh and blood; He for our lives gave up his own, To make our peace with God.
'He honoured all his Father's laws, Which we have disobeyed; He bore our sins upon the cross, And our full ransom paid.'" "I am glad you remember your hymns so well, Jenny." "Sir, you don't know what pleasure they give me.

I am very glad you gave me that little book of Hymns for Children." A severe fit of coughing interrupted her speech for a while.

The woman held her head.

It was distressing to observe her struggle for breath, and almost, as it were, for life.
"Poor dear!" said the woman; "I wish I could help thee, and ease thy pains; but they will not last for ever." "God helps me," said the girl, recovering her breath; "God helps me--he will carry me through.

Sir, you look frightened.