Ditton.
I HOPE in the Lord, and dearly beloved of me, and longed for in the spirit of meekness, this comes with the strongest love to your souls. I write to you, because I must be at Kingston on Thursday, about that unhappy affair, therefore you cannot expect me at Ewell. O my dear souls, I think I every day see our awful calamities coming on, shocking divisions are in the country, our day is far spent.
I charge you all in the presence of God to try yourselves by scripture and prayer, whether you be in the faith. Soon, my dear souls, must we all appear before the awful tribunal of God, where there will be no feeing the judge, nor bribing the jury, I mean the twelve apostles, that will judge the twelve tribes of Israel. Then all hypocrites will be uncased, and the king and the beggar stand both on a level, and only the poor in spirit receive the kingdom of God; of which happy number may you be, shall be the prayer of the vilest sinner, and feeblest saint, William Huntington.
Our friends at Woking give their kind love to you; God seemed to follow the word with power, some crying under great concern of soul; they lie near my heart, O pray that they may lie in the bosom of Christ. I pray you, withdraw from all that walls unholy, and let the world hang loose on your back, and follow hard after that spirit of love and meekness in which I found you the last time I was with you; all pride, and lightness of spirit, is hid from your eyes in that frame. Beware of vain talk and vain people, watch against the devil, and watch God's hand in answering prayer.
Now, O God, I commit this into thy hand, and their dear souls, praying thee to bless them, and own this to their good, Amen. Tell M. to beware of sin, for if she wilfully sins again, there is no more sacrifice for sin, but a fearful looking for of judgment, as the scripture says. May God keep you all, Amen. We all join in love to your souls, Amen.
W. HUNTINGTON.
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