“The vision is for an appointed time; though _it_ tarry, wait for _it_; _it_ will surely come, _it_ will not tarry.” For, “The time of love will come, When _thou_ shalt clearly see, Not only that he shed his blood. But that it flow’d for _thee_.” “For the children are come to the birth, but they have not strength to bring forth.” “Shall I cause to travail, and not cause to bring forth? saith thy God.” I hope you are so well versed in Scripture that you know where these precious texts lay, without my directing you. LETTER V. “Thou hast manifested thy name to the men thou gavest me out of the world.” To — What the Holy Spirit has declared in his Word, all the Lord’s children find most blessed; the Lord is good to them that wait for him; to the soul that seeketh him. I have often found it very blessed to wait _for_ the Lord; in waiting on him. And this verse of Good Mr. Toplady’s was sweet to my soul:— “But, Lord, if thou ne’er hast design’d No covenant blessing for me; Then tell me how it is I find Such a sweetness in waiting for thee?” The Lord will arise, in his own time, and have mercy upon Zion, when the set time to favour her is come. And so I found it; for, one Friday morning, while working at my business, as well as I can remember, I was exceedingly low in mind, ruminating over my uncomfortable mind and feelings, I could truly say I was brought very low—when, suddenly, these words were darted into my mind—“The Son of man is come to save _that_ which was lost.” This was attended with such light and power as to astonish me. I instantly felt sweet liberty of mind; I was deeply affected, sweetly melted, and at the same time filled with gratitude, peace, and joy. I saw the wonderous love of God, in sending his dear Son, and the vast infinite grace, mercy, and condescension of the dear Saviour, in the errand on which he came. I was overwhelmed with holy surprise, while the words in their power and sweetness continued with me, and made it personal, in the term _that_ which was lost. I knew God had shewn me, in some measure, that I was a poor lost sinner, guilty and hell-deserving; that I had no might or power to subdue one sin, although I had made a thousand vows and resolutions; but every thing I could say, every argument I could use against myself, was of no use. The heavenly sensation was so powerful, that it bore down all before it, and continued with me all that day, and the day following, although not with equal power. I was now brought to a point about my state; I knew, without a doubt, the Saviour loved, came, lived, and died for me. I could truly say I loved him, and could rejoice in his salvation; his kind heart was open to me, and I held a sweet and rapturous communion with him. On the Monday following I felt this in a measure abated, and went to Providence Chanel; but, as soon as the text was named, I felt determined to leave