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I Love you, and long for you in the Lord, and I am weary with forbearing that good and blessed work that the ⟨p. 97⟩Lord hath committed to me, for the furtherance of your Salvation. How long Lord, how long shall I dwell in silent! How long shall my Tongue cleave to the Roo• of my Mouth! When will God open my Lips, that I may stand up and praise him? But it is my Fathers good pleasure yet to keep me in a total disability of publishing his Name among you; unto him my Soul shall patiently subscribe. I may not, I cannot complain that he is hard to me, or useth me with Rigour: I am full of the Mercies of the Lord, yea, Brimful and running over, And shall I complain? Far be it from me.

I Love you, and long for you in the Lord, and I am weary with forbearing that good and blessed work that the ⟨p. 97⟩Lerd hath committed to me, for the surtherance of your Salvation. How long Lord, how long shall I dwell in silen•! How long shall my Tongue cleave to the Roo• of my Mouth! When will God open my Lips, that I may stand up and praise him? But it is my Fathers good pleasure yet to keep me in a total disability of publishing his Name among you; unto him my Soul shall patiently subscribe. I may not, I cannot complain that he is hard to me, or useth me with Rigour: I am full of the Mercies of the Lord, yea, Brimful and running over, And shall I complain? Far be it from me.

But though I may not murmur, methinks I may mourn a little, and sit down and wish, O if I may not have a Tongue to speak, would I had but Hands to Write, that I might from my Pen drop some heavenly Counsels to my Beloved People. Methinks my feeble Fingers do even Itch to Write unto you, but it cannot be, alas my right-hand seems to have forgot her cunning, and hath much ado with trembling to lift the Bread unto my Mouth. Do you think you should have had so little to show under my Hand, to bear Witness of my Care for You, and love to you if God had not shock my Pen as it were out of my Hand? Bu all that he doth is done well, and wisely, and therefore I submit. I have purposed to borrow Hands wherewith to write unto my Beloved, rather then to be silent any longer.