Transcribed from the 1814 B. Bennett edition ,
BEING THESUBSTANCE
Of a Sermon,
PREACHED ATTHE
OBELISK CHAPEL, St.George’s Fields,
On Sunday Morning, Sept. 26, 1813.
By J. CHURCH,V. D. M.
My Tongue is the Pen of a ready Writer. Psalm xlv. Ver. 1.
Written among the living in Jerusalem. Isaiah, Chap.iv. V. 3.
I will write on him my new name. Rev. Chap. 3. Ver. 12.
London:
PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR,
BY B. BENNETT, TICHBORNE STREET,HAYMARKET.
1814.
Dear Friends,
Grace and Peace be with you:—I received yourkind present of the Bundle of Pens, and beg youracceptance of my thanks for the same; I really stood inneed them, and I suppose you thought so by the badness ofmy writing, or my reluctance in sending out more Sermomsfrom the Press. The Pens were very good, andI hope to use them for the Glory of God only,—whilstlaying before me they led me to reflect on the passage I selectedfor a Text preached from on the following Sunday morning,and I now send you the outlines of the Discourse. This Sermon will no doubt meet with the same reception thatothers have; some bless, some curse, somebelieve the things that are spoken, and some believenot, but to the great Head of the Church, I humblycommit my feeble attempt to shew forth his praise, prayingyou may be able to ascertain your personal interest in the Bookof Life, where the names of the elect are enrolled,and remain,
Your obliged Servant in ChristJesus,
II. Corinthians, Chap. iii. Verses 2 &3.
Ye are our Epistle written in our hearts, known andread of all men. For as much as ye are manifestlydeclared to be the Epistle of Christ ministered by us,written, not with ink, but with the spirit ofthe Living God,—not in tables of stone, butin fleshy tables of the heart.
The Epistle out of which this Textis selected, was with the one proceeding it, written to theChurch of Je