Through all eternity to Thee, A grateful song I'll raise; But O eternity's too short, To utter all thy praise.
Business prevents my enlarging.—I commend your Ladyship, and all your concerns, to the tender mercies of a never-failing Redeemer; and beg leave to subscribe myself, with all possible gratitude and respect, ever-honoured Madam,
Your Ladyship's most dutiful, obliged, and ready servant for Christ's sake, G. W.
LETTER DCCCCXLVI. To Mrs. K.
Dear Mrs. K, London, Dec. 16, 1752.
YOUR kind letter lies by me unanswered, because I had written to your dear husband just before it came to hand. Ere now I hope he hath received it with the books, and is with you, and the other true followers of our most adorable Redeemer, pressing forwards towards the mark of the prize of our high calling in Christ Jesus. O that nothing may hinder us in this heavenly race! O that we may remember Lot's wife, and never look back! Alas! what is there in this world worth looking back upon? It is nothing, less than nothing. Thanks be to that precious Christ, who hath redeemed us out of it. To Him that hath thus loved us, be ascribed all honour and glory now and for ever! My obligations to bless and magnify our Lord increase daily. It would delight you to see, how his glory is manifested among his poor despised ones. To-morrow we are again to celebrate the memorials of his dying love. O that we may be prepared according to the preparation of the sanctuary! Blessed be God for a compleat and an everlasting righteousness to appear in; this is the wedding garment; this every poor sinner is cloathed with, that truly puts on the Lord Jesus. Well may such despise outward ornaments, and trample upon the pride of life. Such things are food only for those that know not God. Go on then, dear Mrs. K; go on, all ye my female fellow-soldiers, who are lifted under the Redeemer's
