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 *cient in you and in me, till we come to the fulness of the measure of the stature of. He is faithful that has promised. has been gracious to me his servant. In about a twelvemonth, I hope you will again see and rejoice with

Your affectionate brother in , G. W.

LETTER CII.

Dear Mrs. F.      Philadelphia, Nov. 10, 1739.

THE reward you for all your works of faith and labours of love! They shall be brought forth as so many evidences of your lively faith, when we meet before our in judgment. Does not the prospect of that glorious day, often fill your soul with joy? It does mine. Why? Because I know my Redeemer is to be my judge. Satan will accuse me; my answer shall be, the is my righteousness, how darest thou to lay any thing to the charge of 's Elect? I stand here not in my own, but his robes; and though I deserve nothing as a debt, yet I know he will give me a reward of grace, and recompence me for what he has done in and by me, as though I had done it by my own power. Oh, dear Mrs. F. how ought this to excite our zeal and love for the holy. Why should we desire to plead for a righteousness of our own, and cry up freewill, when we have an infinitely better righteousness than our own to appear in, and a that will crown us with eternal glory for working in us both to will and to do after his good pleasure? Happy are you and your's, that have been taught these glorious principles from your youth! Oh shew them forth more and more by your works, and let the world see what it is to have a faith working by love. Study, oh study, day by day, the simplicity of. Cast away every thing from you that savours of the lust of the eye and pride of life. Be quick to hear, slow to speak, and let your conversation always be seasoned with grace. Oh, dear Mrs. F. my heart is enlarged towards you: My kind, my liberal hostess, what shall I say or do to express my gratitude? I will, I do speak for you to the king of kings. Though I am so great a sinner, he frequently admits me into his privy chamber, and then I often sigh out, "O that my dear Hertford friends may live