It dwelt in Daisy's heart for many a day; but I can
never tell you the sweetness of it.
"Oh, the Lamb! the loving Lamb!
The Lamb on Calvary;
The Lamb that was slain, but lives again,
To intercede for me."
It seemed to Daisy a sort of paradise while they were singing.
Again and again, after a pause the notes measuredly rose and
fell; and little Daisy who could take no other open part in
what was going on, responded to them with her tears. Nobody
was looking, she thought; nobody would see.
At last it was all done; the last verses were sung; the last
prayers spoken; the little crowd turned to go. Daisy, standing
behind Joanna in the front place, was obliged to wait till the
aisle was clear. She had turned too when everybody else did,
and so was standing with her back to the pulpit, when a hand
was laid on her shoulder. The next minute Daisy's little
fingers were in Mr. Dinwiddie's clasp, and her face was
looking joyfully into his.
"Daisy — I am glad to see you."
Another look, and a slight clasp of her little fingers,
answered him.
"I wish you had been with us just now."
"I am too little —" was Daisy's humble and regretful reply.
"Nobody is too little, who is old enough to know what Jesus
has done and to love Him for it, and to be His servant.
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