If thou excuse, then work thy will,
By so unfit an instrument;
It will at once thy goodness show,
And prove thy power omnipotent.
I hope you have had a happy Christmas at Leeds. We have kept holidays here indeed. Sinners have been pricked to the heart, and saints refreshed in their spirits. To the Father of spirits be all the glory. I forgot none of you in my poor prayers: fear not; let us continue to pray, and we shall always find, that our extremity will be God’s opportunity to help and appear for us. But there must be a seeming death upon every promise.
Where reason fails with all its powers,
There faith prevails and love adores.
Lord, increase our faith.—Lord, quicken my sluggish heart! I commend you and yours to God, and to the word of his grace. I am sorry dear Mr. S—— is disabled from writing. When his hand is well, I hope to hear from him. In the mean while, tell him, and his, and all dear friends, that I am, for Christ’s sake, my dear Sir,
Theirs and yours, &c. &c.
G. W.