Christ Jesus, the deeper insight shall you have into the beatific vision." This, honoured Madam, is a great motive to my soul to copy after my glorious Jesus. Blessed be God, that made my letter savory to your soul. For this, and all other mercies, I desire to lie in the dust, and kiss the Redeemer's feet. I do not wonder that Mary loved to sit there: I do not wonder that another Mary wiped them with the hairs of her head. Was my Lord here, I should wish for a thousand alabaster boxes of ointment, to break for him. But Jesus says, "Give me thy heart, and I desire no more." My soul replies,
Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever clos'd to all but thee;
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.
How blest are they who still abide,
Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side;
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.
O honoured Madam, I am amazed at Jesus's love. I willingly, join with you in saying, "Amen, Hallelujah! Worthy, indeed, is the Lamb that was slain." I bless God for enlarging your heart, and giving you freedom to write. It is sweet to communicate our thoughts of Jesus. I hope the Lord will bless this to your Ladyship, and reward you for all past favours. My humble respects attend Mr. H, and my hearty love to your little lambs. I prayed for them this morning. When I go to town, I hope to wait upon the Marquis.I have been a short circuit into Gloucestershire, and find the divine presence accompanying me more and more. O that I was humble! O that I was thankful!
I.
And can it be that should gain
An interest in the Saviour's blood?
Died he for such as caus'd his pain,
Sinners who him to death pursu'd?
