- ther, I find myself much carried out to write of that divine
life, that divine mystery of godliness, the hidden kingdom of God in the heart. If any thing I can say, or do, or write,
may be any way serviceable to dear Mr. C—, it will much rejoice
His most unworthy brother and servant in Christ, G. W.
LETTER CLXXVI. To Mr. I B.
On board the Savannah, April 10, 1740.
My dear, dear Friend,
I Remember your words that day I took my leave of you, with Dr. John S, at London. I have not forgotten you, therefore do I now write a line to my dear Mr. B. May the Holy Ghost come upon him, and the power of the Highest overshadow him; and may our glorious Redeemer never cease striving with him, till he hath a witness within himself that he is a true child of God. Oh, when will you answer the character of your name-sake and forefather Isaac! When, like him, will my dear friend give himself up a whole burnt-offering unto the Lord! May I hear that you have recovered your first love, and are, as formerly, zealous of good works! I think I never yet really doubted of your return. If prayers to God, if entreaties to him, can bring my dear friend back, he shall not be led away captive by the world; he shall, he shall be a Christian indeed. I long to see you, and till then shall wrestle with strong cryings and many tears with my dear Lord Jesus, in your behalf. I feel, I feel Christ's love; I can no more doubt of my interest in him, than I can of the shining of the sun at noon day. He fills, he sweetens and gladdens my soul; he loves me freely: he will bring me to behold his glory. I think I could now bid to men and devils defiance. Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that justifies, who even now sitteth in heaven to make intercession for me. You see, my dear friend, I am upon the mount. I know not how to stop. It is true, I must come down; but it is only that I may go up again, and take a view of the heavenly Canaan. I am now near the port whither we are bound:
