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/462

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but they may be made willing in a day of the Redeemer's power? He that hath given your dear yoke-fellow a heart to seek after the pearl of great price, can make your children like-minded. But faith must be tried, patience must be exercised, and our stubborn will brought into a chearful resignation to the holy sovereign will and good pleasure of God.

What though thou rulest not, Yet heaven, and earth and hell Proclaim God sitteth on the throne, And ordereth all things well.

A variety of business prevents my enlarging. I should not have troubled you with such a speedy answer, had you not seemed to desire it, as a token of my love. I think it is cordial and unfeigned. None of you are forgotten by me before the throne. There, my dear friend, let us meet often. Remember it is a throne of grace; we may, therefore, come with boldness. Jesus is our advocate, even Jesus Christ the righteous. I thank you ten thousand times for all respect shewn me for his great name's sake, and command you (since love will make you wait for orders) to believe me to be, my dear Sir,

 Your very affectionate friend, brother, and ready servant in our common but dearest Lord, G. W.

LETTER DCCCCXLIII. To Mr. ——.


My dear Friend, London, Dec. 5, 1752.

HOW does love meet love! Your long expected letter came last night, and as the box of books hath been gone some days, I answer you before day this morning. My dear friend, good-morrow! Blessed be God, that the day dawns, and that the day-star hath risen in your heart. May the Redeemer give you a Benjamin's mess every hour! He is our great Joseph, and loves to say to his guilty brethren, "Come near me." Out of his fulness we may all receive even grace for grace. O how does he continually watch over us for good! I thought the obstructions that lay in my way to York, were