« FöregåendeFortsätt »
and mothers must be keepers at home. But the heaven-born foul cannot be confined. Though absent in body, yet am I present in spirit; and, had I the wings of a dove, nothing under heaven should hinder my flight, for once, into the Desert.
I know now, by blessed experience, that no. thing but a sense of the dying love of Jesus can humble a proud heart, and soften the stubborn spirit of a sinner, so as to bring him to the Lord's feet; and I am a living witness that this will do it. This will subdue the most hardened, rebellious, and desperate wretch that ever breathed on this earth; and this will be my wonder and admiration to all eternity. O that I was but above, that I might “ praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God!" How do I long to join with the hundred and forty-four thousand in their song to him that hath loved us, and redeemed us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood. Surely my voice will be the loudest among them.
My soul thanks you for what I have received this week from you. I have had a banquet indeed. May a full reward be given you by your Father, and my Father, your God and my God! A sweet shelter indeed my soul has found from the windy form and tempeft. I find it as the shadow of a great rock in this weary land. My soul has still in remembrance the wormwood and the gall, which were bitter enough to my soul. But all is
past; and nothing of vindictive wrath shall my foul know henceforth and for ever. What aftonishing love was it for the Lord to pass by such a rebel as I was, and to say unto me, when I was in my blood, “ Live.” Yea, he has spread his skirt over me; and in that blessed robe shall I appear before him in the great day, without spot or wrinkle, or any such thing; and, though black as the tents of Kedar, fair as the curtains of Solomon. As you oblerve, could we always live on the mount, without any interruption; but, alas ! down from the mount we must come. But I am, like Peter, for detaining the Lord, and building a tabernacle, that I may abide with him till he Shall take me to the upper and better house.
What the Lord is preparing me for, I know not; and what my path will be next, I am in the dárk about. You intimate that he is preparing me for the field of action. May I be taught to endure hardness as a good foldier of Jesus Christ! The world, the flesh, and the devil, are against me, I know; but this I know likewise, that I can do all things through Christ strengthening me. However, at present I seem as if I had no enemies; for the Lord has made the corruptions of my heart, and Satan too, as still as a stone. And sweetly does he commune with my soul, which humbles me in the dust before him; and I feel such meltings of heart as I never knew any thing of before; which have been much produced by
your two last letters. The mystic gates and wards that Wisdom is leading my foul through are some of the secrets that are with them in whose heart he has put his fear. “ 1,” says Wisdom, “ lead in the way of righteousness, in the midst of the paths of judgment, to cause them that love me to inherit substance; and I will fill their treasures." I believe that what I am now in the enjoyment of is some of that substance, that fabbath-day's portion, which you told me in my dream I should enjoy. Surely the Lord does now, as well as in days of old, instruct by dreams and visions of the night. “ When deep sleep falleth upon men, then he fealeth their instructions.” I am sure I can witness to the truth of this. We were greatly in expectation of seeing you before now. But the Lord knows best when to send you. I hope, when you do come, it will be with good news from a far country, and make it one of the days of the Son of Man to us. I think I need not tell you that I shall be happy to hear from you again. I have a young hidden one with me who desires to be remembered to you. She wishes you the enjoyment of every ipiritual blefling. She is one that is waiting at the pool for the moving of the waters, to be healed of all her spiritual diseases. Our little fifter, who hath no breasts, is much indisposed. I think she would greatly esteem a letter from you. Remember my love to Father G- n., I hope he is not offended at the liberty I took in writing
to him. I must conclude, wishing you every bleffing of the better covenant, and that you may ever have much of the presence of the Lord with you. So prays
Yours, in sincere affection,
The King's Dale.
TO PHILOMELA, in the King's Dale.
!. My dear sister's epistle is arrived, with all its good tidings, and the reflections of good news from a far country. The night is not only far spent, but gone, with thee; and nothing but the day-spring from on high visits thee. The wilderness springs, and the desert blossoms as the rose. Nothing now but honey from the comb, wine from the cluster, and milk from the breast. The old man is crucified with Christ, yea, dead, buried, and the body of sins destroyed; and there is an end of him. Satan, who had the power of death, is destroyed also, for Christ hath tri
umphed over him upon the cross ; so that no evil is expected from that quarter. Self-denial, a daily cross, the furnace of affliction, and the fiery trial of faith, are all out of fight, and out of mind, and neither desired nor expected.
You inform me that you should like to continue in that mount. But I must confess it is a mystery to me that thou art not down from it before now. Faith must be tried with fire before it shall be found unto praise, and glory, and honour, at the appearing of Jesus Christ. · Can you glory in your infirmities? Can you take pleasure in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in diftreffes, for Christ's fake? To be sure the most useful soldiers in an army must be the young recruits, who are engaged in spending their bounty; and the most useful children in a family must be those who are hanging at the breast. Such soldiers ferve to fill the muster-roll; and such children ferve to increase the number of a family; and that is all the use they are of. God hath set the day of prosperity and the day of adversity one against the other. But your evil days come not. The reason of my long filence is your long prosperity. I may be a fellow-helper of your joy; but to comfort them that mourn is a greater act of charity. It is not my peculiar province to tune the loveftrings of an heart that is always filled with melody. Besides, you have very few, in that part of the world, to sing to but those of heavy hearts;