Whitefield. I hope, my dear, that this is the language of faith out of the mouth of a babe; but tell me what ground you have for saying this?
Girl. Oh, sir, he bids little children, such as I, to come unto him, and says, "Of such is the kingdom of heaven;" and besides, I love Christ, and am always glad when I think of him.
Whitefield. My dear child, you make my very heart to rejoice; but are you not a sinner?
Girl. Yes, I am a sinner, but my blessed Redeemer takes away sin, and I long to be with him.
Whitefield. My dear girl, I trust that the desire of your heart will be granted; but where do you think you will find your Redeemer?
Girl. O, sir, I think I shall find him in heaven.
Whitefield. Do you think you will get to heaven?
Girl. Yes, I do.
Whitefield. But what if you do not find Christ there?