that hath the bride, is the bridegroom. Isaiah, liv, 5, For thy Maker is thy husband, the Lord of Hosts is his name. Psalm 23, Jehovah is my shepherd. John x, 16, There shall be one fold and one shepherd. John xx, 28, And Thomas said my Lord and my God. Romans ix, 5, Of whom, as concerning the flesh, Christ came, who is over all, God, blessed for ever. Psalm 100, Know ye that the Lord he is God, and we are the people of his pasture. John x, He, Christ, calleth his own sheep by name. Feed my sheep, saith Christ to Peter. Feed the flock of God said Peter. Collosians ii, 8, For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead, bodily. And this is his name whereby he shall be called—Jehovah our righteousness. Why callest thou me good, there is none good but one, that is God.—And his name shall be called The mighty God. Revel, i, 8. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, which is, which was, and which is to come—the Almighty. I could quote a vast number more grand passages, to shew you that Christ is equal with the Father, one in the undivided essence, the object of worship, possessed of every divine perfection, the way to God, the suitable Saviour of his church, and the glory of God, angels, and saints; but these are enough one would think, to convince any reasonable being, but such, alas, is human depravity, that nothing short of almighty power can give faith to believe the record which God has given of his Son. In these few texts, our adorable Jesus is called the Lord of Hosts, the mighty God, Jehovah, God over all; my God, the most high God, and the Almighty; and if the testimony of a worm might be added— That Christ is God I can avouch, And for his people cares, For I have pray’d to him as such, And he has heard my prayers. The Lord give you an experimental knowledge of himself as your Saviour. I remain, your affectionate Father, _Ruhamah_. P.S. Have you seen that truly excellent tract, called the Young Cottager, written by that blessed man of God, Rev. Leigh Richmond? I beg you will often read it, as it, I think, excels all the tracts I ever read, except Dr. Hawker’s; it possesses the elegance of Hervey and the fervour of Hawker, sweetly combined. LETTER XIX. _Achor’s Vale_, _September_ 1, 1818. Miss DAVIES, MY VERY DEAR FRIEND,