LETTER CCLXXXIX.
London, June 6, 1741.
My Brother H—— H——,
I Do assure you, that my heart is as your heart. I am quite sick of Christless consenters. They talk, and that is all. I (like you) am heartily despised by most of them. I am resolved to open against their luke-warmness, and worldly-mindedness. May God open my mouth wide when I come to Wales. Outward enemies are now more quiet. Enemies within the church, carnal professors, and self-righteous Pharisees, most try us. Let us not fear, Jesus Christ will give us the victory over all. God mightily strengthens me. Our congregations are very large and solemn. I never had greater freedom in preaching. God enables me to cast all my care upon him, with a full assurance that he careth for me. You need not fear my believing any reports to your disadvantage. I love you in the bowels of Jesus Christ. I was not in the least offended, when B—— H—— wrote me word that “you thought in some things I did not act as a little child.” The more open you are with me the better. If nature and pride rise in my heart, I will go to Jesus, abhor myself, and pray for my dear reprovers. All that I can say is, that I desire to be a very little child. All things are possible with Jesus Christ. He is wonderfully kind to me. Truth, I believe, will prevail. I want to see you face to face. Satan does not love that Christ’s ministers should come together. I wish you could come up immediately, and stay at London whilst I am in the country: or rather go and preach at B——l, Gloucester, and Wiltshire, for about a fortnight, and then come up to London. This, I believe, will be best. About that time, God willing, I shall return from Essex, and then we can consult what is best to be done for the cause of our dear master. O Jesus is love! I am glad to hear brother Rowl—d is with you. Go on in the strength of our dear Lord, and you shall see satan like lightning fall from heaven. Times are not yet dark enough for the dawning of a thorough reformation. At even-tide God speaks. My love to all that follow Jesus Christ with an unfeigned simplicity. May the Lord hide your precious soul under the shadow of his almighty wings! Cease not to pray for
Yours eternally in Christ Jesus,
G. W.
LETTER CCXC.
To the Rev. Mr. D——, at Dedham in Essex.
London, June 6, 1741.