To the Same.
DEAR SIR,
When you have read these letters, be so kind as to send one to the Post Office, and the other, if you could call on Mrs. L—, she would take it kind, as she is indisposed. She was confined many weeks, and no one in the Church knew it, or else they would have visited her. I wish I was able, but even then I should feel no desire, except the Lord gave it me. When we are in bondage of spirit, the heart is contracted, and we can feel for no one but ourselves; but when love operates, and keeps the heart open, we can then sympathize with the Lord’s afflicted ones; our hearts are enlarged to them, to their Lord, and to the truth as it is in Jesus. As these sweet sensations of love are felt, we melt and mourn. These are the sweetest moments of my life, and many such I have had these three weeks past. These cause me songs in the house of my pilgrimage, yet I cannot sing, I can only look on, and wonder, while the Angel does marvellously before me. I am but low in body, and a sweet lowness of mind, and here I am most safe: I beg for the increase of it, but I am fearful of losing it, knowing that the Son of Man is at times taken away: then do we fast in those days. But we are getting home—happy meeting by and by—
There may I meet my sincere friends,
Amidst the ransom’d throng;
Where love and friendship have no end,
And you will join the song.
Love to Mrs. H. and Children—excuse haste.
Your’s,
Ruhamah.
LETTER V.
Valley of Achor, April 12, 1819.
To the Same.
MY DEAR SIR,