To seek the wandering souls of men;
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,
And snatch them from the gaping grave.
For this let men revile my name,
No cross I’d shun, I’d fear no shame;
All hail reproach, and welcome pain,
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
At present I add no more, but my most dutiful respects to your Ladyship, and with hearty prayers for your temporal and eternal welfare, I beg leave to subscribe myself,
Your Ladyship’s most obliged humble servant,
G. W.