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 LETTER CCCXLIV.

To Mr. H H, in London.

Edinburgh, Aug. 11, 1741.

My very dear Brother H, THOUGH my eyes are dim, and my body calls for rest, yet I would fain send you a line before I go. The is getting himself into many hearts. I scarce feel any restraint in preaching. Both in public and private, the clothes his word with power. Poor souls come to me under deep convictions. Sweet letters are sent to me of the success of my writings and sermons; and several pressing invitations to many places. I hope is beginning such a work here, as he begun, and is now carrying on in New-England. Night and day fills me with his love. My bodily strength is daily renewed. The is pleased to open my mouth wide; praise him for it. I have preached twice, and talked, and walked much to day. My dear man, good-night. The be with you! Ever, ever yours, in the most adorable, G. W.    LETTER CCCXLV. To the Most Honourable the Mss of Ln.

My Lord,     Edinburgh, Aug. 12, 1741.

I Am surprized to find your Lordship so condescending as to write to me. How bright does humility shine in great personages? It is this renders so amiable to his creatures. He is infinitely good, and withal infinitely condescending. What an unparalleled instance was that of his loving kindness, his giving his only begotten Son to die for sinful man. How low did stoop when he lay in a manger, much more when he hung upon the accursed tree. When I think of this mystery of godliness, I am lost in thought. This makes me to despise all human happiness, and sets my soul a longing for a full fruition of my. I pray to give your Lordship grace to determine to know nothing but , and him crucified. He is the only center of true happiness. In him alone, solid, lasting joys are to be found. Having , I find in him I possess all things. But whither am I