_To Mrs. G――――._
_Lisbon, April 9, 1754._
_Dear Madam_,
I HOPE this will find you more than happy, in the enjoyment of Him,
whose death and passion many at this season are peculiarly called upon
to remember, and be thankful for. Vast are the outward preparations
made here. Altars upon altars are erecting. Penitents upon penitents
are walking and lashing themselves: but what I want to have erected
and adorned, is an altar in my heart, and the blows and lashes I desire
to feel, are the crucifixion and mortification of the old man and its
deeds. Without this, all is mere parade. GOD be praised for opening
your eyes, and teaching you the holy art of worshipping him in spirit
and in truth. Is it not a glorious privilege? Would you lose it for
ten thousand worlds? Blessed be GOD, it is in safe hands! The life of
a believer is a hidden life; a life hid with CHRIST in GOD. May the
Author and Finisher thereof, cause it to open and be displayed more and
more every hour and every moment in your heart! Thus prays, dear Madam,
Your most obliged and ready servant for CHRIST’s sake,
_G. W._