Anne Dutton's 
    Letters on Spiritual Subjects
    
    My Dear Brother in Christ,
    
    Grace unto you, and peace be multiplied. May the God of all grace reward you 
    with the more abundant displays of His love—His free, undeserved, rich 
    and endless love!
    Oh, my brother, I am surely the most unworthy of love 
    from God, of any that ever found grace in His sight. Hell, the hottest 
    hell, is my desert! Oh, what a sinner am I! The sin of my nature, that 
    deluge of filth and guilt which overspread all my parts and powers as soon 
    as quickened in the womb, and in which I was born—together with my actual 
    sins, my going astray from the womb, when I did nothing else but sin—until 
    mighty grace laid hold of me! These sins of mine I saw, when the Lord 
    opened my eyes, did deserve the damnation of hell—and I wondered at the 
    infinite forbearance of God in allowing me to live so long out of hell, when 
    I was such fit fuel for everlasting burnings! And I could have justified Him 
    if He had sent me down to the pit the next moment.
    But oh, behold, I was a vessel of mercy; and therefore 
    the Lord made known unto me the riches of His glory, not only in sparing, 
    but in pardoning mercy also. He not only spared me from hell, but 
    forever delivered me from going down to the pit by the ransom which He had 
    found—by His own Son, to bear my sin, to be made a curse, and to die for me! 
    By this mighty ransom—this infinite price of the life of the Son of God laid 
    down for my redemption, did the God of all grace let me go free. And oh, the 
    riches, the exceeding riches of His grace, which He then displayed, in the 
    forgiveness of all my sins through the Lamb's blood! Where sin had abounded 
    grace did much more abound! 
    Oh, how freely did my heavenly Father receive me, a poor 
    prodigal, when under His own drawings I came to Him by Jesus Christ! He did 
    not upbraid me with my vile transgressions, nor deal with me in wrath 
    according to my sins—but graciously opened His arms and let me into His 
    bosom—His heart's love—no more to be separated from His love, nor to fall 
    out of love's arms forever! No! having loved me with an everlasting love, 
    and thus manifested His love through the slain Lamb, He resolved to love me 
    forever—that He would never cast me off, nor cast me out of His free love 
    for all that I had done. 
 
    Oh, astonishing! That abundant pardon which my 
    heavenly Father then granted, and I received, carried in the bosom of it not 
    only the forgiveness of my past and present sins, but of my future sins 
    also—of all my transgressions, even to my life's end. He forgave me all 
    trespasses—resolved to be merciful to my unrighteousness and to remember my 
    sins no more. He took away my filthy garments and clothed me with change of 
    clothing—put a ring on my hand and shoes on my feet—set me with Him at His 
    table—made a feast for me of the flesh and blood of His own Son—and rejoiced 
    over me with singing! Oh, the heights, depths, lengths, and breadths of 
    grace!
    And with this wondrous love of God He melted my hard 
    heart, revived my dying soul, put a new song of joy and praise into my 
    mouth, and drew me to give up myself unto Him, to be entirely His forever. 
    Oh, then I said I would not transgress, when He had thus broken my yoke and 
    burst my bonds, and brought me into liberty—the glorious liberty of the sons 
    of God!
    But ah! I have not rendered to the Lord according to all 
    the great things which He has done for me, but have ill-requited Him for all 
    His kindness. I am indeed bent to backsliding from God, and have dealt very 
    treacherously with my gracious Father. I see, to my shame and grief, the 
    seeds of all sin in my vile heart—a hell of iniquity there! I feel that my 
    carnal mind is enmity, entire and irreconcilable enmity, against God—and 
    such are the ebullitions of this unsearchable deep, this horrid fountain, 
    that I am frequently struck with amazement that I am not sent down to 
    hell—that my life is not among the unclean—that so vile a sinner has not a 
    portion among the damned, in the lake that burns with fire and brimstone!
    
    Ah, not because I do not deserve a place there am I 
    spared—but because Jehovah will be gracious unto whom He will be gracious, 
    and show mercy on whom He will show mercy. Oh, if the love of God was not 
    free, sovereign, and independent of my goodness—which as the morning cloud 
    and the early dew quickly passes away—I would perish still, and sink into 
    the pit with the additional weight of 'abused kindness'. 
    Oh, my sins, since the Lord manifested His love to me, I 
    see to be of a greater guilt, a deeper dye, than all that I was guilty of 
    before I knew the Lord, or rather was known of Him. And these, in a special 
    manner, break my heart and humble me before the Lord, when He breaks in upon 
    my soul with the displays of His infinite favor.
    For lo! the love of God and the blood of Christ are 
    depths that infinitely surpass and swallow up all my sin! Oh, what are 
    my vast, numberless, aggravated transgressions, to the boundless depth of 
    Jehovah's love—to the infinite merit of the blood of the Son of God? Here, 
    through the blood and righteousness of Jesus, grace reigns and triumphs 
    gloriously over all my abounding sin. It not only began to reign thus in the 
    first glorious displays thereof made to my poor soul when just ready to 
    perish, but it reigns still—and will reign on in its infinite, majestic 
    state, until all my sins, which are now pardoned, shall be fully subdued and 
    utterly destroyed out of my nature—until all sin and death are swallowed up 
    in the victory of eternal life to the praise of its own glory. Oh, 
    glorious grace!
    Thus, my dear brother, according to this grace has my God 
    hitherto dealt with me. He has followed me with His kindness, His rich, 
    free, everlasting kindness. And thus He will deal with you. According to His 
    own heart has He done, will He do, great things for you; and not according 
    to 'your worthiness'. Your God did not wait for your goodness before He 
    fixed His love on you, nor seek it as a motive thereof—but from His own free 
    heart took all His motives from within Himself to love you. And therefore 
    they must needs be strong and invariable like Himself, who is the Lord that 
    changes not. 
    And this great, free, and invariable love of God was 
    fixed upon you in the Beloved of His Soul, who is Jesus Christ, the same 
    yesterday, today, and forever. So that, as long as God's love abides, which 
    is as permanent as His being; as long as Christ endures, who is the same, 
    and whose years fail not; and as long as Christ stands in the love of God 
    for you, and you stand in the love of God in Him—so long will Jehovah 
    love you!