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One Hundred and Twenty Nine Letters to the Rev. William Bull, Written From 1773 to 1805 [ed. by T.p. Bull].
One Hundred and Twenty Nine Letters to the Rev William Bull Written From 1773 to 1805 - ed. by T.p. Bull Author:John Newton General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1847 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: " The bull can fight, the hare can flee, The ants in summer food prepare ; But helpless sheep (and such are we) Depend upon the Shepherd's care." Through mercy my Dear's health is much restored. The maids are likewise better, and we were all able to appear in His house yesterday. We send love and best wishes to you both. Pray for your poor friend and brother, JOHN NEWTON. Olney, 7ih Sept., '78, Monday. LETTER XVIII. Mr Dear Friend, I Have been witness to a great and important revolution this morning, which took place while the greatest part of the world was asleep. Like many state revolutions, its first beginnings were almost undiscernible ; but the progress, though gradual, was steady, and the event decisive, A while ago, darkness reigned. Had a man then dropped for the first time into our world, he might have thought himself banished into a hopeless dungeon. How could he expect light to rise out of such a state ? And when he saw the first glimmering of dawn in the east, how could he promise himself that it was the forerunner of such a glorious sun as has since risen ! Withwhat wonder would such a new comer observe the bounds of his view enlarging, and the distinctness of objects increasing, from one minute to another: and how well content would he be to part with the twinklings of the stars, when he had the broad day all around him in exchange! I cannot say this revolution is extraordinary, because it happens every morning; but surely it is astonishing, or rather it would be so, if man was not astonishingly stupid. Such strangers once were we. Darkness, gross darkness, covered us: how co...« less