“WESTON-FAVEL, _November 7, 1758_.
“I am now reduced to a state of infant weakness, and given over
by my physician. My grand consolation is to meditate on Christ;
and I am hourly repeating those heart-reviving lines of Dr.
Young, in his Fourth Night.
“‘This, only this, subdues the fear of death:—
And what is this? Survey the wondrous cure:
And, at each step, let higher wonder rise!
Pardon for infinite offence!’ etc.
“These amazingly comfortable lines, I dare say, you will
treasure up in your heart; and, when you think of them, will
think of me. Dear sir, pray for me, that, I may not disgrace
my ministry, or dishonour the gospel of my Master, in my last
moments, by unbelief—base, provoking unbelief. This probably
is the last time you will ever hear from me: for, indeed, it
is with some difficulty I have written this; but I shall not
fail to remember you, in my intercession for my friends, at the
throne of Christ.”