Give him thy strength, O God of power,
Then let winds blow, or thunders roar;
Thy faithful witness shall he be,
’Tis fixed—he can do all through Thee.
How blind is Satan! What does he get by casting out Christ’s servants? I expect that some great good will come out of these confusions. We wait for thy salvation, O Lord! I hope your soul prospers. I long to see you, and my other Scotch friends, but question whether I can come this summer. The Lord direct me to act as shall be most conducive to his glory and the good of souls! We have had blessed seasons in London; there I must be again in about a fortnight. On next Tuesday the Trustees give up Georgia to the King; the King of Kings has appeared for Bethesda. I cannot think of seeing it again, till next year. In the mean while you must pray that I may be busy for Christ. And in so doing you will strengthen the hands of, my dear, dear friend,
Yours, &c.
G. W.
LETTER DCCCCXXI.
To Mr. N——.