LETTER CCCCIII.
To Mr. J—— K——, at Exon.
London, March 6, 1742.
Dear Sir,
I Now snatch a few moments to answer your kind letter. As yet, I have no intimation from providence in respect to coming into your parts. The cloud at present doth not seem to move that way. So many places want supplies, that I could wish I had a thousand lives and tongues. Jesus Christ should have them all. Only I am astonished, that the Lord of the harvest should send out such a worthless labourer, or rather loiterer as I am. But his grace is free, like himself infinite; “For to me, who am less than the least of all saints, is this grace given, that I should preach to poor sinners the unsearchable riches of Christ.” Blessed be God, I do not preach in vain. The accounts from New-England, Scotland, and Carolina, are surprizing. In London, the word of the Lord runs and is glorified. Every day we see the Redeemer’s stately steps. I have not time, dear Sir, to tell you what great things our great master is doing for his people, and yet I believe we shall see greater things than these. From Georgia also, I have great accounts. The spirit of the Lord hath been breathing upon the orphans. I thank you, dear Sir, for your intended benefaction, and kind invitation. If ever our dear Lord calls me your way, I shall accept it: though I am utterly unworthy to come under any one’s roof, but more especially that Jesus should come under the roof of the house of my soul.—But Jesus is love. That his love may be abundantly shed abroad in your heart, by the Holy Ghost, is the hearty prayer of, dear Sir,
Your most affectionate friend and servant unknown,
G. W.
LETTER CCCCIV.
To Mr. G—— H——, in Gloucester.