Because _he_ is so glorious, so beautiful, so lovely, and so kind. He saw what poor guilty creatures we should be, condemned to eternal misery and woe. _He_ knew we could not help ourselves out of this state. _He_ knew God was just in condemning us, and he knew that God, as an unchangeable Being, could not alter his oath, As I live, the soul that sinneth shall die! We had broken his Law; we were born in sin; we went astray from infancy, and must have strayed into everlasting darkness, but, With pitying eye the Prince of Peace, Beheld our helpless grief. _He_ took our nature, engaged to fulfil the Law we had broken, and pay the dreadful debt of suffering. This _he_ did heartily for us, and is now in glory, pleading the virtue of that work, and receiving all that come to God by _him_. Sing, oh ye heavens, Jesus hath done it, and done it, I trust, for my dear young Friend, to whom I write with pleasure. Need I say to you that you stand in need of this Saviour? I hope you are in a little measure convinced of it, and at times, when no eye can see you but the Saviour’s, you send up many an humble wish, fervent desires, and earnest breathings, that the ever-blessed Spirit would teach you Christ, and shew you that your sins are pardoned, that your interest is sure, and that the dear Lord thought upon _you_ when _he_ engaged to die for sinners—that _he_ thought upon you when he entered into the garden of sorrow, and when _he_ said, It is finished! Do often, secretly lift up your heart to _him_, saying, Lord shew me that thou lovest me. This is done by the Spirit and by the Word. May _he_ be very precious to you; and do remember _he_ hath said, They that seek _me_ shall find me. Blessed is she that believeth, for there shall be a performance of those things that are told her from the Lord. And now do accept my sincerest thanks for your affectionate kindness. Your’s, _Ruhamah_. LETTER X. _Valley of Achor_, _May_ 16, 1819. MY DEAR FRIEND, Mrs. HARRIS,