Page:The Works of the Reverend George Whitefield, M.A., late of Pembroke-College, Oxford, and Chaplain to the Rt. Hon. the Countess of Huntingdon (1771 Volume 2).djvu/301

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page needs to be proofread.

of your future crown, by always abounding in the work of the Lord, is the fervent prayer of, honoured Madam,

Your Ladyship's most dutiful, and obliged,
though very unworthy servant,
G. W.

LETTER DCCLXXXIX. To Mr. L——.


My dear Mr. L——, London, Dec. 3, 1749.

I Thank you heartily for your kind Letter, and yet more heartily thank our glorious Emmanuel for succeeding your charity school, and smiling upon your public administrations. I have sent Lady H——n an account of it, and earnestly pray the blessed Redeemer to own and succeed you evermore. My winter quarters are made very agreeable; but so much business crouds in upon me, that I have not time to write long letters. I am looking out for some fresh sermons for you. Mr. H——, with whom I spent some agreeable hours lately at Northampton, would let you have some, but his are all in short hand. Here is a volume of one Mr. H——'s lately deceased that I guess will do for you. A friend to-day promises to send me Gurnall's spiritual Armour, of which I suppose you will highly approve. I will endeavour to bring or send it to you. I cannot think of stirring hence till after Christmas, but before the Winter is over, I shall long for the Spring to come, that I may enter on a fresh campaign. The encouragement given me this last fall, gladdens my poor heart, and makes me to long more than ever to spend and be spent for that Jesus, who hath shed his precious blood for us upon the cross. I know those last almost parting words of our ascending Lord, "Feed my lambs, feed my sheep," will be engraven upon the tables of your heart. Our obligations to do so, are very great, at least mine are. O that we may embrace all opportunities of shewing that we love our Lord more than every created thing. O for simplicity and godly sincerity unto the end of our race! Yet a little while, and we shall reach the goal and lay hold on the crown. Yonder our Lord stands holding it out. It has those words written upon it, Vincenti dabo. What is infinitely more, he will give us him-