Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Decked with a never-fading crown?
O Jesus! thy love is indeed immense, unsearchable.—Shed it abroad in the dear man’s heart to whom I am writing, and the hearts of all with whom he is concerned, and the hearts of all thy dear children. Even so, Lord Jesus. Amen! I can no more. My heart is almost too full to subscribe myself
Ever yours,
G. W.
LETTER DCXXII.
To the Rev. Mr. J. W——.
Philadelphia, Sept. 11, 1747.
Dear and Rev. Sir,