How have I rejoiced to hear a faithful and lively messenger, just come, as it were, from communion with God at the throne of grace, with his heart warmed and filled with Divine love, to speak to fallen sinners! Such an one has seemed to me as if his face shone as that of Moses did with the glory of God, when he came down from the mount, where he had been within the veil.

May you, sir, imitate him, as he did Christ, that all may see and know that the Lord dwelleth with you, and that you dwell in Him through the unity of the blessed Spirit.

I trust you are no stranger to his Divine teaching, aid, and assistance, in all you set your hand to do for the glory of God.
"I hope, sir, the sincerity of my wishes for your spiritual welfare will plead an excuse for the freedom of my address to you.

I pray the Giver of every perfect gift, that you may experience the mighty workings of his gracious Spirit in your heart and your ministry, and rest your all on the justifying and purifying blood of an expiring Redeemer.

Then will you triumph in his strength, and be enabled to say with the poet: 'Shall I through fear of feeble men, The Spirit's course strive to restrain?
Or, undismay'd in deed and word, Be a true witness for my Lord?
'Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I Conceal the word of God most high! How then before Thee shall I dare To stand?
or, how thine anger bear?
'Shall I, to soothe the unholy throng, Soften thy truths and smooth my tongue, To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee The cross endur'd, my God, by Thee! 'What then is he whose scorn I dread, Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid?
A man! an heir of death! a slave To sin! a bubble on the wave! 'Yea, let men rage, since Thou wilt spread Thy shadowing wings around my head: Since in all pain, thy tender love Will still my sure refreshment prove.
'Still shall the love of Christ constrain To seek the wand'ring souls of men; With cries, entreaties, tears to save, And snatch them from the yawning grave.
'For this, let men revile my name, No cross I shun, I fear no shame: All hail reproach, and welcome pain, Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain!' "I trust, sir, that you see what a glorious high calling yours is, and that you are one of those who walk humbly with God, that you may be taught of Him in all things.