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LOVE OF CHRIST
ALWAYS THE SAME.
WILLIAM HUNTINGTON, s. s.
MINISTER OF THE GOSPEL
AT PROVIDENCE CHAPEL, LITTLE TITCHFIELD STRERT,
AND THE CITY CHAPEL.
Having loved his own which were in the world, he loved them unto the end.
JOHN X111. I.
Chapel, Lewes, Sulsex ; at the Rev. Mr. Brook's Charel, Brighton;
The Rev. MR. HUNTINGTON.
MY DEAR FRIEND,
CONCEIVE it will give you po small degree of pleasure to hear, how God has honoured his fervant, and given testimony to the word of his grace during your late blessed visit to us in the Isle of Ely. I therefore take the earliest opportunity to inform you that the good Lord has, through your instrumentality, been pleased to deliver from fore bondage the poor man that you saw at work in our garden. He came this morning to acquaint me of the glorious liberty that God has proclaimed to him while under the word; and also of the love and peace that he has enjoyed since you left us. For he told me that he was as sure that he should be saved, as that there is a God, and repeated it several times: and added, Nor shall all the devils in hell ever prevent it.' He said he should have cause io bless you to the day of his death, let it come when it may. He is so fully persuaded of this, that he has not one doubt but he shall die in the joys of a good hope. At the beginning of his distress
he occasionally heard at Downham Meeting; but after Mr. Jenkins had been amongst us the former took on himself to burlesque the discourses of the latter, at which this poor man was so disgusted that he never went again: they that fear God shall come forth of them all. Ele says he was first raised to hope under you, and has frequently been much indulged and encouraged while hearing the word; but as soon as you had finished the discourse all was gone. He tells me he has suffered deeply in his foul of late, and had concluded, before you came down, that it was impossible for God himself to save a finner so vile as he found himself to be: he says his troubles at times were such, that he thought he could not live, yet he knew that, if he died in the fiate that he was then in, he should noft certainly be damned. But, as soon as ever you opened your mouth in prayer, he declares that he felt such comfort flow into his heart as he cannot defcribe. In short, he declares you asked for every thing that he wanted, and when you preached the word came with such amazing power and consolation into his soul, that it cast out all fear, and all torment. This was on the Sunday morning at Downham. He is now fitting by me while I am writing this; he came to me last night, and again this morning, between five and fix o'clock. He desires me to give his kind love to his dear father in Christ Jesus, for such, he says, he knows you to be; and begs to be favoured with an interest in your prayers; and, if you would condescend to favour him with a few lines, be thall eficem it a peculiar favour: for he says he knows you have begotten him in the bonds of the gospel; and such a love does he feel to you that he shall never be able to express. His name is Waddelow Stevens; he desired me to say that he is now in the thirlieth year of his age. He told me this morning that he had some conversation with his wife last night, and he is in hope that God has not forgotten her, as she is far from being at ease in Zion. He is a very simple, honest man; both myself and Mr. M - have long entertained a favourable opinion of him; but, being a man of very few words, and having never once opened his mouth before to us on a religious subject, we were the more surprised to hear this glorious account. He tells us that he should have come to you
before you left Downham, but, as he knew the liberality of your heart, he dared not.
He says that he shall have cause to bless you as long as he is in the world; and, let his end come whenever it
may, he is fully persuaded, and that without one doubt, that he shall end his days in peace. He says, he thinks, if possible, that his comforts have increased more and more ever since you left us; yea, he declares that heaven itself cannot