Dear Brother in Jesus the Lord of Zion, — I wish to have nothing to do with party spirit, but I cannot, I dare not, sacrifice truth and a good conscience; and I hope no one will wish me to do it. Through the matchless riches of God's grace, I have been taught a little of the glorious importance of divine truth in all its bearings; and as far as I know my own heart, I had rather die than shrink back from the truth of God. The Lord keep me!
When I visit you I wish to know nothing among you but Christ and his cross, as couching in it all the glorious gospel of God from the spring-head of electing love, made known by redeeming blood, and revealed to the heart by the love and power of God the Holy Ghost; suited to, and designed for poor sin-smitten, law ridden, devil-driven, hell-hunted sinners; and brought with divine power to their hearts. When a poor sinner's heart is overwhelmed with a flood of pride, lust, and a flowing fountain of filth too detestable too be described, Christ crucified, risen, and exalted, enjoyed by truth under the sweet unction of the blessed Spirit, will set all right.
These things, through mercy, I know something of; and these things I wish to proclaim; and I am sure obedience will flow from the real enjoyment of these things.
I can assure you I am in a wilderness in many respects, and am often bewildered. Yet I am a child of wonderful mercy. What has God wrought for such a vile mortal as I am! O the wonders of his love! I hope, my dear friend, that you are drinking full draughts of it, and that you can feelingly say, "He has done all things well."
There is a sweetness in the religion of Christ, and a bitterness connected with it also, which none can know but the child of God. And he can know it to good purpose only in proportion as God the Holy Ghost teaches him. Bless the Lord for such a Teacher, such a Guide, and such a Friend —
"Whom, though we cannot comprehend,
Feeling he is the sinner's Friend,
We love him and adore."
I want to live more in the blessed enjoyment of the 2nd chapter of the Song of Solomon.
May the Lord be with you, and bless you, is the prayer of
Yours in the Lord,
Manchester, Aug. 14, 1834. W. GADSBY.