Dr. Barnardo, the great friend of friendless children, told a story of how a dirty ragged urchin hailed him in the street one day, with the request that he might be taken into one of Barnardo's homes.
`I know nothing about you, my lad,' said the Doctor. 'What have you to recommend you?'
`I thought these would be enough,' said the little chap, pointing to his rags. Dr. Barnardo gathered him up in his arms and took him in.
When I reach those pearly gates I'll then put in my plea—
I was a guilty sinner, but Jesus died for me.
(Rom. 5. 8; 1 Tim. 1. 15)