HAVE sent you the sermon that was written at your house, as the first fruits that, perhaps, ever appeared from thence of this sort, I mean, for public inspection. I beg your acceptance of it; and as it was penned in your old habitation, it may be the better received. I have written another since, in the same place, which is now in the press, which you shall receive when out.
If God permit, and spare my life, I intend preaching at Waltham Abbey in the spring, when a leisure day shall offer itself to James: when I hope to dine with you, and be accompanied by you to the above place, from whence we will accompany you back in the road to London. The Lord prosper his cause and interest at Walthamstow, and give success to the word of his grace, which alone can purify the heart, produce hope, or bring life and immortality to light. God's blessing sends the word with power, which enlarges the heart, brings peace to the conscience, puts oil in the vessel, and salvation as a lamp that burneth, which the oil of joy will ever feed, and keep the lamp, that it shall never go out. Without this, religion is neither a yoke that is easy, nor a burden that is light.
I am glad to hear that you are better with your disorder, and hope the great Physician will be precious to you and to your's, as the Saviour of body and soul, and as the Lord of life and death. My kind respects to the gentleman I saw at your house, and to those that love my only master, friend, and Lord; in the happy enjoyment of whom I sincerely wish you and your's may be found living and dying. For whose sake I subscribe myself,
Devotedly your's,
W. HUNTINGTON.
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