What apology shall I make for my long delay, but lowness of mind, and a tedious winter; and this, _with_ you, I am sure is quite apology enough. I write you, concerning the once crucified, but now exalted _Jesus_. As it is the wish of my soul, to live to fill up the cup of some poor believer’s consolation, though I am denied that privilege at present, yet I hope to throw a mite into the Gospel treasury for you, by sending a few imperfect lines, which I must beg you to accept. O that I had but _the_ wisdom of Solomon, _the_ piety of a David, _the_ knowledge of a Paul, _the_ fervour of an Isaiah, _the_ faith of an Abraham, _the_ love of a John, with _the_ tearful affections of a Mary, that I might speak good of his name. _Christ_ is all in all; _he_ is the very glory in the centre of Heaven, as the sun is in the universe. _He_ is the joy of Heaven; and though _he_ is far off us, yet _he_ has promised ever to be with us. _He_ is exactly suited to us in all our wants, and the love of Jehovah is in no case so eminently displayed, as in providing such a _Jesus_ for us. So great, so kind, so glorious, and yet so precious. We shall soon be done time, and commence upon an eternal scene; then our knowledge will be complete, though no doubt, it will be expanding for ever, and the effects of it, even in Heaven, will be wonder, humility, and love, for the mind will incessantly be employed in roving over the glories of God; as the God of all grace, one in three, and three in one; seen, apprehended, enjoyed, beheld, and loved in _Christ Jesus_. And now they range the heavenly plains, And sing _his_ love in melting strains; Or, overwhelm’d with rapture sweet, Sink down, adoring at _his_ feet. May this be our lot, and in order to that _state_, that _bliss_, that _joy_, and that sweet _employment_. May the eternal spirit give us such views of Christ, as shall cause us to long for the time.