Come, my dear brother, let us take courage: “He is faithful, who hath promised, who also will do it.”
O unbelief, injurious bar,
Source of tormenting, fruitless care.
Surely it is the womb of misery, and grave of comfort. Had we faith but as a grain of mustard seed, how should we trample the world, the flesh, the devil, death, and hell under foot? Lord, increase our faith! I know you say Amen. “Even so Lord Jesus, Amen and Amen!” But whither am I going? Love makes me forget myself. Adieu—my dear Sir, adieu. Pray tell Mr. G—— that I intend answering his kind letter shortly. I send cordial love to him, and all the followers of the Lamb.
O may we find the ancient way,
Our wond’ring foes to move;
And force the heathen world to say,
See how these christians love!
I can now no more, but subscribe myself, dear Sir,
Yours most affectionately in our common Lord,