Brighthelmstone, July 20

Jesus be yours, all he is, and all he has. Then you will be as rich as an archangel. I hope he will be my guide, and bring me to

on Friday next, between one and two.

I am not sure, because I have not taken a place in the stage, nor shall till I go to London, which will be on Tuesday next. If I cannot come in the stage, perhaps I may see you before. We go on sweetly in this place. Christ is indeed exalted, and reigns glorious in many a heart, as I wish lie may in yours. He does — but not as you could wish. May he captivate you more with his infinite beauty, and enable you to live more blessed upon his infinite fullness, that lie may keep his royal court in your soul! The more you are acquainted with him, you will grow in love; for he is altogether lovely; an immense ocean of everlasting love. The whole world is but a drop of his love — what must heaven be, where his love is to be glorified and enjoyed for ever! There we shall see him: oh, for that day! But even by the way, as he walks with us, he makes our hearts burn within us. These sweet foretastes of his love draw us on, and whet an appetite. A few more of these, and we shall get to the fountain-head, and drink rivers of pleasure for evermore. To his precious dear heart’s love I commend you and yours, and am for his sake your friend and servant,

W. R.