“DEAR Ann,” said Jane, “won’t you forgive Fred? He did not mean to throw your ball in the mud.”
“He ought to have been more careful,” said Ann, with an angry frown on her brow.
“O Ann!” said Jane, “think how you off end God by your angry temper. How can you ask Him to-night to forgive you your sins, if you do not forgive your little brother now?”
Forgive, if you would be forgiven.
O let us ever humbly pray
That grace to us be given:
May we be ready to forgive,
That we may be forgiven.