_To the Rev. Mr. H――――._
_Plymouth, Feb. 25, 1750._
_Reverend and dear Sir_,
YOUR letters always fill me with sympathy. Your last I have just been
reading; and in reading breathed out this ejaculation, “LORD, when will
the days of his mourning be ended.” Surely you are not always thus to
stick fast in the mire and clay. Certainly the time will come, when
the dear Redeemer will put your feet upon a rock, and a song into
your mouth, and order your going for the promoting his glory and his
people’s good. _Satan_ hath indeed desired to have you, that he may
sift you as wheat; but CHRIST, a sympathizing, compassionate high-
priest, prays for you, and your faith shall not fail. Look up then,
my dear Mr. _H――――_; you shall find grace to help in time of need.
_Leave to his sovereign sway_
_To choose and to command;_
_So shalt thou wond’ring own his way,_
_How wise, how strong his hand._
_Far, far above thy thoughts,_
_His counsel shall appear,_
_When fully he the work hath wrought,_
_That caus’d thy needless fear._
This is the advice I give you. I know you will pray that I may take it
myself. For I find, that sufficient for every day is the evil thereof.
But the LORD causes me to renew my strength, and blessed be his name,
enables me to go on my way rejoicing. In _London_ we have had a blessed
Winter. In the country we have seen a Spring time. Hither I came last
night, and have preached twice since my coming. Thus I live a moving
life. O that I may be a pilgrim indeed, and desire no continuing
city till I come to the _New Jerusalem_, which is above, and the
mother of us all. There, all that are born of GOD, whether _Mysticks_,
_Calvinists_, &c. shall join in one common song, even the song of
_Moses_ and of the LAMB. Your hymn, for which I thank you, is a
preparative for this. I sent it to good Lady _H――――n_, who has been ill,
but is now, I hope, recovered. Pray write to me often. Sorrows grow
less, and joys greater, by being communicated. Load me as much as you
will with all your grievances, and I will lay them before Him, who came
to bear our sicknesses, and heal our infirmities. Pray what is become
of Mr. _S――――_? Will he preach, now he is sure of something in hand?
But alas! the disease is in the heart. When the love of GOD reigns
there, then and not till then will the love and fear of the world flee
away. Blessed freedom, wherewith JESUS CHRIST makes his servants free!
Remember me when at his footstool, and write long and often to,
reverend and dear Sir,
Your’s, &c.
_G. W._