Thus satan thwarts, and men object,
And yet the thing they thwart, effect.
Leaving you to add an Hallelujah, I subscribe myself,
Ever, ever yours,
G. W.
LETTER DLIII.
To Mr. S——.
Plymouth, July 21, 1744.
I Expected a line from you this morning; but I suppose you think we are gone. This day came in a privateer, which saw the Brest Squadron that has pursued two of our men of war, the Dreadnought and Frederick; so that had we sailed, we should in all probability have been carried into France. We are now to go under convoy of the grand fleet; many letters from our friends at Portsmouth inform us, that they are to sail on Sunday; but the wind hath not been very favourable, so we may yet stay some days longer. I never was so easy in this respect before. In one or two things I find my will reluctant; but Jesus will bring all things in subjection to him. I have been greatly refreshed this evening in preaching his blood. The congregations grow visibly every day. You will see the letter from Kingsbridge.—Last night many from the Dock came and guarded me home, being apprehensive there was a design against me. Without my knowledge, they insulted a man who intended to hurt me, for which I am sorry. We had a wonderful good time last night. O help me to praise my Saviour! My health is better. I hope you got to London well. Whether we sail or not, expect to hear again from dear, dear J——,