11. The apothecary soon came in. She strove to speak to him, but had not utterance. One asked of the Lord, to give her power to speak; and in a few moments she spoke distinctly. Immediately she exhorted him to believe. He said, “I hope I do.” “Do you then, replied she earnestly, find in Christ all you want? You may. And I want you to be happy _now_. Why won’t you believe, when Christ has given all his divinity to save you?” He started, and said, “I hope I shall.” “Hope! said she, that is not the thing. _The hope of the hypocrite shall perish._ Indeed you are not an hypocrite. Yet unless you are on the rock, when the winds and floods come, your building will not stand.”
*12. Mr. _W._ then came. She said, “Sir, I did not know that I should live to see you. But I am glad the Lord has given me this opportunity, and likewise power to speak to you. I love you. You have always preached the _strictest_ doctrine. And I loved to follow it. Do so still, whoever is pleased or displeased.” He asked, “Do you now believe you are saved from sin?” She said, “Yes. I have had no doubt of it for many months. That I ever had, was because I did not abide in the faith. I now feel, I have kept the faith: and _perfect love casteth out all fear_.” Mr. _W._ said, “Loving faith is all.” She answered, “Ah Sir, I never had a grain of faith but what brought love, and I never had any love but by faith. As to you, the Lord promised me, your latter works should exceed your former, though I do not live to see it.” He said, “Perhaps the Lord may restore you.” She said, “His will be done. I have been a great _Enthusiast_ (as they term it) these six months; but never lived so near the heart of Christ in my life. You, Sir, desire to comfort the hearts of thousands. Comfort the hearts of hundreds, by following that simplicity your soul loves.”
13. To one who received the love of God under her prayer, she said, “I feel I have not followed a cunningly devised fable; for I am as happy as I can live. Do you press on, and stop not short of the mark.” To Miss _M――――s_, she said, “Love Christ, he loves you. I believe I shall see you at the right hand of God. But _as one star differs from another star in glory, so shall it be in the resurrection_. I charge you, in the presence of God, meet me at that day all glorious within. Avoid all conformity to the world. You are robbed of many of your privileges. I know, I shall be found blameless. Do _you_ labour to be found of him in peace, without spot.”
14. Saturday morning, she prayed nearly as follows. “I know, Lord, my life is prolonged, only to do thy will; and though I should never eat or drink more, (she had not swallowed any thing for near eight and twenty hours) thy will be done. I am willing to be kept so a twelve-month: _Man liveth not by bread alone_. I praise thee, that there is not a shadow of _complaining in our streets_. In that sense we know not what sickness means. Indeed, Lord, _neither life, nor death, nor things present, nor things to come, no nor any creature shall separate us from thy love one moment_. Bless these, that there may be no lack in their souls. I believe there shall not. I pray in faith.”
*On Sunday and Monday she was light-headed, but sensible at times. It then plainly appeared her heart was still in heaven. One said to her, “Jesus is your mark.” She replied, “I have but one mark. I am all spiritual.” Miss _M._ said to her, “You dwell in God.” She answered, “Altogether.” A person asked her, “Do you love _me_?” She said, “O, I love Christ: I love my Christ. Jesus is precious, very precious indeed.” She said to Miss _M._ “The Lord is very good. He keeps my soul above all.” For fifteen hours before she died, she was in strong convulsions. Her sufferings were extreme. One said, “You are made perfect through sufferings.” She said, “More and more so.” After lying quiet some time, she said, “Lord, thou art strong!” Then pausing a ♦considerable space, she uttered her last words, “My Jesus is all in all to _me_: glory be to him through time and eternity.” After this she lay still for about half an hour, and then expired without a sigh or groan.
♦ “conderable” replaced with “considerable”
LETTERS wrote by JANE COOPER.
LETTERS _to_ Mrs. M. M.
_August 29, 1757._