_sighing_ and _singing_, on the _mount_ of communion and in the _shadow_ of death, loaded with _corruption_ and pardoned by _blood_, _condemned_ and _justified_, _happy_ and _miserable_, meeting a few real _pilgrims_ and plenty of _hypocrites_, _fighting_ and_ fainting_, _rising_ and _falling_, yet _kept_, _sanctified_, and _assured_ of glory. Sometimes _groaning_ under a body of death, then _soaring_ with the wings of a dove; brought out of _self_ and _living_ by faith, on the _person_ and _love_, the _work_ and _grace_ of Christ. I trust you will be led to seek Jesus the Pearl of great Price—never rest till you have found _him_, for it is life eternal to be favored with an experimental knowledge of _him_. May your heart be led from every thing else, and fixed _there_ alone; that you may know and enjoy all that is implied in this greatest of texts, “For thy Maker is thy husband, the Lord of Hosts is _his_ name.” Your’s, truly, _Ruhamah_. LETTER VII. _Valley of Achor_, _Sept._ 1, 1818. Mr. H. H—L, MY DEAR YOUNG FRIEND, I beg you will have the goodness to send me the truly excellent Dr. Hawker’s Concordance, I think it would be a great treat to me just now. I am astonished when I read any of that blessed man’s late Writings, to see how he has grown up in the gracious knowledge of Christ. I must for ever admire that divine hand which has planted, watered, pruned, and reared up such a tree of righteousness. But does it not hurt your feelings to see the awful opposition made against him for the truth’s sake, even in this Christ-despising day. I own it often distresses me, and indeed, such have been the lessons I have learned since I last saw you, that I am lost in wonder that God does not damn every creature, let the curtain of time drop, and burn the world to ashes! Since I have been here I have seen so much of the evil of sin in myself, in God’s people, in ministers, in professors, in pharisees, in erroneous characters, and in the profane world, that I have been overcome with the sight. Above all I am most affected with the sight of sin in the sorrows of Jesus. Here, O here may we ever be divinely and suitably affected. Here alone we see it in its most hideous forms. The Lord help us to hate it, and flee from it as from the face of a Serpent.