Plymouth, August 3, 1744.
My dear, dear Friend,
IT is past ten, or I would write you a long letter. Our convoy is come, and perhaps we may sail to-morrow. It is delightful to be here. We come from Dock in the evenings, in great companies, singing and praising God. Our parting there has been more awful than words can express. I shall have sailed before you can answer this.
I.
Eternal Jesus, bless thy word,
Be mindful of thy child;
Behold thy servant; be thou, Lord,
His helmet, sword, and shield.
II.
Close by thy side him ever keep;