LETTER CXL.
Philadelphia, Nov. 28, 1739.
Dear Mr. B.,
YOUR kind present of flour has been of singular use to me and my family; I pray God, in return, to feed you with that bread which cometh down from heaven. You are one of my first and choicest friends. You have not been ashamed to own me, or to attend on my ministry. It will wonderfully rejoice me, to see you exalted at our Lord’s right-hand in a future state. The way you know. Jesus Christ is the way, the truth, and the life. Through faith in his blood shall you have free access into the holy of holies. I hope dear Mr. B. is not in the number of those, who want to make a Saviour of their own works, and thereby deny the Lord, who has so dearly bought them with his precious blood: No, I am persuaded you are more noble. Mr. B—— has not so learnt Christ. He is willing, I trust, to ascribe his salvation to God’s free grace, and to let Jesus Christ be all in all. I hope your brother, and those young men you brought with you out of Spittlefields, are likewise thus minded. Though absent, yet I do not forget them. O exhort them from me, to save themselves from this untoward generation. My dear friend, do you go before them, and let them learn of you how to walk with God. It is a difficult thing to be a christian indeed. Numbers are Pharisees, and do not know it. I pray God you may be delivered from them, and be made experimentally to know that no one can call Jesus Christ “his Lord,” till he has really received the Holy Ghost. I could dwell on this, but other business obliges me to hasten to subscribe myself, dear Mr. B——,
Your most obliged friend and servant,
G. W.
LETTER CXLI.
Philadelphia, Nov. 28, 1739.
Reverend Sir,