Grace!—it’s a sweet, a charming theme,
My soul exults at Jesu’s name;
Of him, who did salvation bring,
I could for ever speak and sing.
But how poorly do I speak of and for him? God be merciful to me a sinner! He does show he will have mercy, and therefore it is that I am not consumed.
If all the world his goodness knew,
They must adore and love him too.
Blessed be God for manifesting himself to us, as he doth not unto the world! You will join in crying Grace! Grace! Grace! Love bids me to enlarge, though business obliges me to be brief. In about ten days I hope to be in London. In the mean while, pray accept these poor lines as a token of love unfeigned, and of grateful respect, from, my very dear friend,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,
G. W.