LETTER TO THE REV. J. MILNE, PERTH - Robert Murray Mcchene

Another word in season to a brother.

September 24, 1842

MY DEAR BROTHER, —I long after you in the bowels of Jesus Christ. If I make you sorry, who is he that maketh me glad, but the same who is made sorry by me? I often try to carry you to Jesus, as the four friends did the palsied man, and I have been longing to hear you say that his word to you was, “Be of good cheer, thy sins have forgiven thee;” and then, “Arise and walk.” I wonder often God does not hide his face from me and lay me low, yet He restores my soul after many falls. He holds me by my right hand, and I believe will bring me to glory, though the weakest and most inconstant of all his saved ones. We shall praise more loudly than other men, and love more ardently, and gaze upon his wounds more wistfully, and say, He gave himself for us. Cheer up, brother, and tell poor sinners what Jesus can do; for if He could not save the vilest of them all, we had never preached the good news.

If I could be with you, how gladly would I, but I do not see my way. I have promised to be in London the first Sabbath of November, which will take me soon away, and for a long time, from this poor flock.

Will you come to me on Monday the 17th, the last day of the concert for prayer? I think of printing a similar tract to last year’s, or perhaps the same, with improvements. Suggest something.

This is Saturday, and I am empty. Oh, for fulness out of Him! Why do we not take all out of Jesus? —Ever yours till glory dawn, etc.