If all people would pray as this blind man did, Jesus would hear them all. The child who reads this book is not blind. If you were blind how could you read to father or to mother? But there is something which Jesus could do for you, that would make you happy for ever. What is it? Do you know? If he were to say, "What do you wish me to do for you?" what would you answer? I should like you to say, "Forgive me my sins, and give me thy Holy Spirit." My dear child, do make this little prayer every day. Jesus would hear you. Perhaps you live in a very poor place. Perhaps you live in a little room in town, up some dark and narrow stairs; perhaps there is very little furniture in it, and very little food in the cupboard, but Jesus knows where you live, and he knows your name, and your father's name, and your mother's name, and he hears all you say. He would be much pleased to hear you praying to him, because he loves you, and he once died upon the cross that you might not go to hell. If you go to heaven you will see the blind beggar there--I mean the beggar who once was blind. Then you will sing with him about the love of Jesus in saving your souls. If you wish to read a full account of this blind man, you will find it in Mark x. 46 to end, and also in Luke xviii. 35 to end. When Jesus Christ was here below, And spread his works of love abroad, If I had lived so long ago, I think I should have loved the Lord. Jesus, who was so very kind, Who came to pardon sinful men, Who heal'd the sick, and cur'd the blind: Oh, must not I have loved him then? But where is Jesus? Is he dead? Oh, no; he lives in heaven above: "And blest are they," the Saviour said, "Who, though they have not seen me, love." He sees us from his throne on high As well as when on earth he dwelt; And when to him poor children cry, He feels such love as then he felt. And if the Lord will grant me grace, Much I will love him and adore; But when in heaven I see his face, 'Twill be my joy to love him more. _Jane Taylor._ THE END. Macintosh, Printer, Great New-street, London. PRAYER. O Father in Heaven, Thou hast made all things; The sun, moon, and stars, the land and sea. Thou hast made me. Thou hast taken care of me. I thank Thee for all thy kindness. Great God, Thou art in every place; Thou seest in the dark, As well as in the light; Thou knowest all the naughty things That I have done, and said, and thought. O Merciful Lord, pardon my sins, Because Jesus Christ, thy dear Son, Died upon the cross for sinners. Give me thy Holy Spirit, That I may love Thee, and obey thy laws. Keep me from minding Satan, And save me from going to hell: And whenever I die, O take my soul to Heaven.