June 11

Thanks to my dear friend for her last. It was a great refreshment to me. Oh! how does my spirit rejoice to see the blessed Jesus crowned and exalted in your soul, and no other name mentioned in your lips, no dependence upon any being or thing in your heart or life, but that God-man. This is the point. Here may we fix. But, alas! although I would fix, and never so much as turn my eye from hence, I find so many enemies within and without, that it’s hard keeping our hold, and never letting it go. In this warfare the flesh and the Spirit fight without ceasing; the flesh against Christ’s sufiiciency, and the Spirit for him. But, thanks be to his grace, the Spirit is almighty, and he has given the flesh in all believers a mortal wound, of which it will, ere long, bleed to death. And then, O blessed prospect, we shall see the Captain of our salvation, through whom we conquered, face to face! That’s enough. There’s heaven. May you and I, till we get there, learn daily to make more use of Christ. Our dear fellow-soldier,

lady H n, fights bravely. She went to

Brighthelmstone this day se’nnight. I had a sweet letter from her this morning. She is happy in the adorable Immanuel, and lives to him and for him. Her only view in Sussex is to carry his glad tidings to a wretched, ignorant people. He has hitherto prospered her design, and, while he smiles upon it, I believe she will not give it up.

God willing, I shall leave London on the 20th of this month; but am not yet determined how I shall travel. In hopes of the pleasure of meeting you, I will trouble you with a line, as soon as I know whether I ride, or come in the coach, or in a post-chaise. My dear, ever, ever dear Lord and Master keep you! To his sweet and tender heart I commend you, and am, for his precious name’s sake, your faithful friend and servant,

W. R.