<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_IX2" id="CHAPTER_IX2"></SPAN>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
<p>The next day was Sunday, and Susy and Robbie went to church and sat in
the pew with their papa. Susy observed that a plate was handed to every
one, and that when it came to her papa he put in some money. So when
they were walking home together, she said:</p>
<p>"Papa! who was that money for that you put into the plate, at church?"</p>
<p>"It was for God," said her papa.</p>
<p>"How will they get it up to Him?" asked Robbie in great surprise, and
looking up to the sky.</p>
<p>His papa smiled, and even Susy knew better than that.</p>
<p>"When Jesus was here on this earth," said their papa, "he sent good men,
two and two at a time, to go about teaching people about God, and about
heaven. And such good men keep going, even to this day. And that money
was to help feed and clothe them while they are preaching, and so I said
it was money given to God."</p>
<p>"I wish I had some money to give to God," said Susy. "But I haven't a
bit."</p>
<p>"God does not expect you to give him what you have not," said her papa.
"But you have other things, besides money."</p>
<p>"I've got some <i>dolls</i>," said Susy.</p>
<p>"No, I don't mean dolls. When we get home I will read something to you
which will make you see plainly what you can give to God."</p>
<p>So after dinner they went to the library and Susy's papa took down a
large book and began to turn over the leaves, as if in search of
something. Before long he came to the place he was looking for, and he
lifted Susy into his lap and showed her where to read.</p>
<p>"Read it aloud," said he, and Susy read.</p>
<p>"I have this day been before God, and have given myself—all that I am
and have—to God; so that I am in no respect my own. I have no right to
this body, or any of its members; no right to this tongue, these hands,
these feet, these eyes, these ears; I have given myself clean away."</p>
<p>"These are the words of a great and good man, who is now in heaven. Now
you see what you have to give to God, my darling little Susy."</p>
<p>Susy looked at her hands and at her feet, and was silent. At last she
said, in a low voice, half to herself:</p>
<p>"I don't believe God wants them."</p>
<p>Her papa heard her. "He does want them, and He is looking at you, now,
to see whether you will give them to Him, or keep them for yourself. If
you give them to Him you will be careful never to let them do any thing
naughty, and will teach them to do every good thing they can. And if you
keep them for yourself, they will be likely to do wrong, and to get
into mischief."</p>
<p>"Have you given yours to Him, papa?"</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed, long ago."</p>
<p>"Are you glad?"</p>
<p>"Yes, very glad."</p>
<p>Susy sat still silent. She did not quite understand what it all meant.</p>
<p>"If you give your tongue to God," said her papa, "you never will let it
speak angry, unkind words. Or tell tales. Or speak an untruth."</p>
<p>"I guess I'll give Him my tongue," said Susy.</p>
<p>"And if you give God your hands, you will watch them and keep them from
touching things that do not belong to them. You will not let them be
idle, but will keep them busy about something, either work or play—"</p>
<p>"Oh! will God let them <i>play</i>!" cried Susy in a joyful voice. "Well!
then I'll give Him my hands."</p>
<p>"And if you give Him your feet, you never will let them carry you where
you ought not to go, but teach them to run quickly when mamma calls; and
when you are old enough, they will carry you to visit and comfort poor
and sick people."</p>
<p>"Yes, that will be nice!" said Susy. "God shall have my feet."</p>
<p>"If you give Him your eyes, you will never, never let them look at any
thing you know <i>He</i> would not like to look at if He were here by your
side. Not to read a book you would not read if He were looking over the
page with you. And to use them wisely and with great care."</p>
<p>"Could I cry with them?"</p>
<p>"Why, certainly."</p>
<p>"Mamma says I cry too much."</p>
<p>"I did not say you might cry <i>too much</i> with them."</p>
<p>"Well!—I'll give God my eyes some of the time, and some of the time
I'll keep them."</p>
<p>"Oh! no! God will not like that, at all."</p>
<p>"Well, I might want to—let me see—I might want to look at
something—and I couldn't. And I should want to be naughty
<i>sometimes</i>."</p>
<p>"A little girl who loves God want to be naughty!"</p>
<p>"I love Him, I do love Him," said Susy. "And He may have my eyes. I
guess I shan't want to look at any thing naughty."</p>
<p>"I dare say you will, Susy, but if you give your eyes to God, you know
He will help them not to do wrong."</p>
<p>"Then I <i>will</i> give them to Him and <i>welcome</i>," said Susy.</p>
<p>"And as to your ears, after you have given them to God you will not let
them listen to a <i>word</i> that you think He would not like them to hear.
And you will take care to make them listen to people who try to teach
you. They have behaved very well to-day, and I am sure you will give
them to God."</p>
<p>"Yes papa, I will."</p>
<p>Then they knelt down together and Susy's papa prayed to God to hear all
they had been saying and to be so good as to accept all Susy had now
promised to give Him, and to keep her from ever forgetting her promise,
but to make it her rule in all she said and all she did, all she saw and
all she heard, to remember,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I am not my own."<br/></span></div>
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<p>And then he taught her the lines you will find at the end of this book.
They were written nearly two hundred years ago, but are just as good now
as they were then; and may God help every child who reads about little
Susy, to live according to this prayer.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Oh! that mine eyes might closed be<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To what concerns me not to see;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That deafness might possess mine ear<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To what concerns me not to hear;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That truth my tongue might ever tie<br/></span>
<span class="i0">From ever speaking foolishly;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That no vain thought might ever rest,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or be conceived in my breast;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That by each word, and deed, and thought,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Glory may to my God be brought!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But what are wishes! Lord, mine eye<br/></span>
<span class="i0">On Thee is fixed, to Thee I cry—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Wash, Lord, and purify my heart<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And make it clean in every part;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And when 'tis done, Lord, keep it so,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For that is more than I can do!"<br/></span></div>
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