The Spotless Lamb.

CHILDREN, as they walk through the fields on

sunny mornings in the Spring, love to watch

the white lambs as they bound along the grass.

One by one they may be seen to frisk about

at their mother's side, or in little troops they

gather into one spot, and seem from thence to

run a race. Spotless and playful, they please

all who see them; and the heart that is taught

of God will think of One, who, though He is

Lord of all, when he dwelt on earth, bore the

name of the Lamb of God. As this is one of

the most blessed names by which we know him

you shall now be told about his being the Lamb

of God.

In the first chapter of St. John's Gospel, we

read that John the Baptist one day saw Jesus

coming to him, and pointed him out as "the

Lamb of God which taketh away the sin of the

world." And the next day John saw him again

as he was walking along, and he said, "Behold

the Lamb of God!"

The Jews, to whom John spoke, well knew

what he meant by the Lamb, for they used to

see the priest offer the little lamb morning and

evening; and year after year they had fed on

the lamb at the feast of the Passover, John

now showed them God's Lamb.

Holy men of old had told how God would

provide a Lamb; but John could now say, that

God had done as he said he would; and could

point to Jesus, and say to them, " Behold the

Lamb of God."

The best thing a sinful child can do, is to

behold the Lamb of God;" and as soon as he

beholds Jesus as the Lamb, he finds that it is

He whom God has sent to take away his sin.

We read in this part of the Bible that, Jesus

is the Word, the Life, the Light, full of grace

and truth, the Son of God; but it will do you

no good to know that he is all these, unless you

know him also to be the Lamb of God. Till

you know him as being the one whom God has

sent to take away the sin of the world, you will

not be happy, you cannot have true peace in

your soul. 



GOD of the fatherless,

Thee we adore;

Friend of the orphan band,

Thine aid implore.

Through this dark wilderness,

Far from our home;

Lone, sad and sorrowing,

Weary we roam.

Temper the rough winds, Lord,

To the shorn lamb;

Hold thou the mourning dove,

In thine own hand.

Oh let faith's guiding star

Point us the way,

To our dear Father's house,

Else we shall stray.

With more than mother's love,

Than Father's care,

Stoop from thy throne above,

Hear thou our prayer.