Where reason fails with all it's powers, There faith prevails and love adores.
Lord, increase our faith.—Lord, quicken my sluggish heart! I commend you and yours to God, and to the word of his grace. I am sorry dear Mr. S is disabled from writing. When his hand is well, I hope to hear from him. In the mean while, tell him, and his, and all dear friends, that I am, for Christ's sake, my dear Sir,
Theirs and yours, &c. &c. G. W.
LETTER DCCCCLIV. To Mr. C.
My dear Mr. C, London, Jan. 7, 1753.
I Received your kind letter, for which I send you most hearty thanks. I see that you strive, and I fear you will succeed, to outdo me in love and kindness. However, I will endeavour to copy after you, and, if possible, not die in your debt. But who can ever pay his debt of love, either to God, or the brethren? Alas! Alas! I run in arrears every day. God's favours are continually multiplied upon me, and he seems to let us know that we shall see greater things than ever. We have had a blessed Christmas season. I trust our Lord hath imparted many a new year's gift. You know what that is, even a new heart. "A new heart also will I give thee." Thus run the words of our Lord's last will and testament. O for faith to prove this will! O for a willingness to receive so invaluable a legacy! Lord, I believe, help my unbelief!
Thou wilt give strength, thou wilt give power,
Thou wilt in time set free;
This great deliverance let us hope,
Not for ourselves but thee.
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 tram-
