Lambeth, May 14, 1763

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed you with so many blessings already, and who having begun will not cease to bless you in life and death, and for evermore! Your letter of May 2d puts me in mind of his goodness, as I wish all things may. It rejoices my very heart to see him displaying the glories of his grace far and wide. From London through Europe, from Europe to America, yea, as far as the sun travels, his fame is spread. And does he not deserve it? Oh, my friend, what have we to tell of but the loving-kindness of Jesus; and what to praise, but his wonders in saving such as we are, and in saving so many of us? Blessings for ever on the Lamb! May we glorify him by resting on him for righteousness and strength, and by Uving wholly upon him for grace and glory. Then all goes well, when On all besides his precious blood, On all besides the Son of God, We trample boldly, and disclaim All other saviours but the Lamb.

As to what you write about, I know not what to say. It is in the best hands. He knows what to do. Let him alone. Remember he is the Head of the Church, and he will look after his own matters, and well too. At present, I see not my way clearly from London. Here my master fixes me, and here I must stay till he call me to some other place. When he would have me to move, he will let me know his will. Besides, what am I? What does it signify where I am? A poor dumb dog, the vilest, the basest, of all the servants of my Lord. If you could see what is passing for any one hour in my heart, you would not think anything of me; you would only admire and extol the riches of Jesus’ love. Wonderful it is that he should set his heart upon such a very incarnate devil, and humble me so as to make me willing to be saved by his sovereign grace; and that he should send such an one to pi’each his Gospel, and bless it too, to many, many souls (while every sermon covers me with shame and confusion) — oh, this is wonderful, wonderful, eternally to be admired, grace! What cannot he do, who can form a preacher out of such a dry rotten stick, fit for nothing but the fire of hell? Glory, glory be to him alone, and for ever, and for evermore. All the tongues, in heaven and in earth, men and angels, throughout eternity, cannot praise him enough for what he has already done for my soul, and therefore I am content to be a poor broken bankrupt debtor for ever. Hereby I shall be enabled forever to exalt him, and to put the crown upon his head, and that is all I want. It will be heaven enough to join that blessed company, who are crying. Worth/ is the Lamb (but none else) to o’eceive blessing and glory, &c. Nothing is mentioned among them but Jesus’ goodness, and he does not leave himself without witness among us poor sinners. He has been doing miracles of mercy for Lady H.; and as she herself says. In the midst of judgment he remembered mercy. You have heard, I suppose,

of Lady S ’s illness. She had a violent

fever for about seventeen days, and the physicians did not apprehend she was in any great danger, although she was near her end. On Thursday morning, about four o’clock, the Lord took her to himself. O what a stroke was that, say you, to Lady

H; No, indeed, it was all mercy, all

love, like the rest of Jesus’ gracious dealings with his people. During her illness. Lady

H had every day many promises given

her of God’s kindness to her daughter; all which she interpreted in a carnal sense, like the Jews, and thought her daughter would recover and do well again. By this means she was wonderfully supported, and her spirits were kept up to the last. And when the Lord let her see things were otherwise intended than she thought, then he had prepared for her a fresh fund of comfort. For

such was Lady S ’s behavior, and such

her speeches, from the beginning of her illness, that there is no doubt but she died happy in the arms of Jesus. My dear friend, if I had time to tell you all the particulars of her death, your soul would abundantly rejoice, and all that is within you would bless the God of your salvation. To him she committed herself, trusted him, found him faithful, and declared, over and over again, that in him she was happy. Her last words to her mother, when she took

her leave, were these: Lady H had

said, “My dearest child, how do you feel your heart? are you happy?” She answered, lifting up her head from the pillow, which she had not done for several days, / am happy, exceedingly happy in Jesus — then

she kissed Lady H, and presently went

home. Although my lady bears this loss so well, yet she feels it. She is but a woman, and though a gracious one, yet grace does not destroy nature. She is a parent, and at present incapable of writing. I am yours in Jesus, W. R.