Anne Dutton's Letters on Spiritual Subjects1692 - 1765)"Here is a feast for souls who desire to feed on Christ; to have His glories opened out before them, and the riches of divine grace in all their fullness and freeness set forth. Here, too, is food for the 'lambs of the flock,' comfort for the sorrowing, and encouragement for the weak and trembling ones. There is in these letters a union of doctrinal, experimental, and practical teaching, rarely found in combination."(moderator) I highly recommend ready of these spiritual letters for a deeper devotion and desire to serve the Lord Jesus Christ, some of the contents and topics of these letters will challange and speak to you:View the below letters here...This monster, pride—this hellish sinHis sovereign loveWe live in a world of changes!No step in your thorny pathThe furnace of afflictionA sweet soft bosom to rest our weary headsYour Father's love-tokens!A love-strokeWeeping may endure for a nightLive, and bathe, and dive, to a blessed eternity!That eternal feast!Our Captain-Leader, the Lord our LoverIndwelling SinWorth infinitely more than millions of worlds!Then farewell forever!The love of Christ to youA cup of bitters?Who makes you differ from thousands?Our extremityThere is a snake in the grassGlad for crumbs of mercyAs if we had never seen HimO proud worms!I may lose all created sweetsWhy was not our lot with devils and damned spirits?It is a sweet thing to suffer with ChristRemaining enmity, sin, and ungodlinessLie down in the bosom of ChristOur light and momentary troublesThe bosom of His eternal Love!My ingratitude, unkindness, and unfruitfulnessWhen we are in the furnaceWe are almost home!These cross-providencesWe live in a world of snares and sinsBottomless, boundless, endless love!In every crumb of blessingOh, the heights, depths, lengths, and breadths of grace!The New BirthInfant Grace & Giant SinTranscendent, soul-attracting gloriesThe Lord can work by whom He will.Does the lion of hell roar at you?Heart-ravishing and soul-attractingThe soft embraces of those sweet armsThe cup of damnation and salvationJehovah's graceOh, why me, the chief of sinnersWe are cold and frozenOh, come, poor, weak thingWhile He seems to slay youMy dear husband's deathReally a work of grace or not?Oh, why was not I left among the ignorantOh, I am confounded at my own vilenessAdore the grace which opens our eyesAll our sufferingsHead or heart?The sweet clusters of Canaan's grapesThe Palm Tree (afflictions)The valley of the shadow of deathThis frowning, emptying providenceJesus your FriendNot a trouble could touch you!The wonder and joy of heaven and earthGlory is grace made perfectOh, what a heap of empty vanities and cruel vexationsIn the sweet bosom, in the kind armsWhen the veil is taken offAnd lead us not into temptationThe spiritual IsraelitesOvercome us! Melt us! Draw us!The most weak and unfit instrumentsSoon your little crossesReligious parentage and educationA spiritual appetiteOh, free, rich, glorious grace!Of refuges for sinnersRegenerationDreamsOh, the infinite patience of our loving Lord
